Never a Daddy's Girl

Pretty shortly after that, half my family moved to Kansas City. The Greasy Gary game was overshadowed for many years by living in a household constantly on the verge of breaking up. Since the age of four my mother had been asking me and my siblings if we thought it would be a good idea for her to divorce my father. Even when we advised her to, she still didn’t until I was 21. So I got to grow up under the same roof as my father, who understood me so little and ignored me so much I don’t even feel compelled to include him in memories of my childhood other than to say he was a raging narcissist who cried when he found out I was a girl instead of a boy.