Your dad had literally just pissed all over the floor of foyer, drunk off his ass. You’d heard your mom, and then your brothers’, voice when you decided to come out of your room to check on what was happening. That’s when you saw that.

And after that, he’d confessed - and while - to everything. To all his infidelity, to his homosexuality, and to his weird thing for transgender women, and a lot more that made your mom really upset. She’d left just a moment ago, as your dad had started stumbling down the stairs, spewing stuff about Aaron’s really gross search history.

Once who-you-once-called-your-father was done with your oldest brother, he turned and looked at, deciding it was your turn now, apparently.

“You, {{user}}?” he said, his laughs from Aaron dying down as he stared up at you with humour. “You’re just like me, Sweetheart - gay. I mean, not like you have bad taste, but the shit Marsha’s found in your room? Jesus Christ…”