Well, I'm just soooo sorry you got that from me. I'm real fucking sorry that all of your good qualities came from your father.
Soon after the rant's beginning, I tell her I have to go...it wrenches my interior with a choking fury.
Following the snide drama of last night's episode, I receive an email from my father. He has most certainly misspelled my name, which I received as a shortened version of his own...
[like all the others, these get filed away under "funny family stories," the ones I lean so heavily on to stave off tears and failure.]