I'm not sure which is worse. Not knowin' him until you're in your thirties, or having him around the first 18 years of your life and dealin' with the constant narcissism and neglect because you're not American enough. You might have lucked out.

[ The words are muttered sourly, until she realizes what she's said and she freezes. Way to go, dumbass. ]

Shit, I'm sorry...