How my dad keeps yelling at me for taking an hour on something, or forgetting one little thing, or whatever. First of all, I'm not as fast as you. Second of all, I don't have a great memory, and people believe it's because of my disease (or, at least, my paternal grandmother does)! At this rate, they're going to
hate my crush, because he has an awful memory (according to him). What all he's referring to, I don't know. But I'm not telling my dad about that, because then he might not let me be with him for that reason.

If he's not the one for me, I want it to be about something else - or, if it is that, let me find out on my own. I don't want him making that decision for me.