This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

I thought it was weird when my boyfriend told me I should switch back from contacts to glasses. We’d been dating for a few months, and he made little recommendations like that all the time. I just chalked it up to generational differences. I’d never dated a guy young enough to be my son before, and I didn’t think much of it. When he brought home a pair of glasses for me to try on, I just went along with it. Hey, if it’s what the young people are wearing these days, might as well make the boyfriend happy, right? 

I can’t remember clearly when things started to change. I started getting… I don’t know, confused, I guess? Making mistakes at work, losing my way on the drive home. My boyfriend was so understanding. He said my glasses probably just needed a stronger prescription. He got me another pair. And then another. And another. I stopped wearing contacts altogether. Wearing my boyfriend’s glasses made me feel happy. Hip. Cool. Young. 

This is a repost from a Tumblr series that I called “My perfect dad.” I’m preserving these older stories and continuing to write new ones available on this site first.

I was in the middle of hanging pictures when I got the text message from Sir. 

Selfie. Now. 

I had to drop everything and comply right away. Sir’s nightly meditation playlists made sure of that. I tried to at least get the pictures I was hanging in the background. I’d been at them all morning. Ever since Sir moved in, He’s been changing everything about my house, from the colors of the walls to which rooms I am allowed to enter to where I sleep.