Dads rules
Dad made me follow his rules when I hit puberty, and I still follow them now. My dad was very strict when I was growing up, he had all these rules that I had to follow, he told me they were necessary so that I grew up to be a nice and decent young woman, and when I turned 12, he made more rules. If I tried to go out to hang with my friends, if he saw me trying to leave the house wearing leggings, jeans, sweatshirts or jumpers, he’d stop me in my tracks. “I don’t think so, young lady. No daughter of mine is going out dressed like that. Get back up the stairs and put a short skirt and tank top on.” He’d demand. Whenever I took a shower and closed …