When will the other shoe drop I used to wonder. It always did. I’d sit and wait and impatiently ponder.
Would she come home drunk yet again? Better prepare supper just in case, either way I wasn’t going to win.
I was to you the brightest shining star. Your precious baby girl, but you let things get too far.
It wasn’t really your fault for my undoing. Somewhere along the line you lost your footing.
Could I simply walk to kitchen without him peering? I’d try to sneak by and she would catch you leering.
What was my crime for being a young teenaged girl? You were a twisted man getting a cheap sick thrill.
Work harder to be invisible from the attention, maybe it would stop. Such a fucking nightmare waiting for the other shoe to drop.