My dad pretty much just told me that because I’m 18, I’m an adult and he can’t punish me anymore. He told me he knows I drink and do drugs and smoke cigarettes but he isn’t going to do anything about it because I’m a “big girl.” The scariest thing about all of this…he was laughing and smiling and not mad at all. He was legitimately telling me he didn’t care anymore. And how we even came about talking of this is because I came to dinner stoned as fuck the other day and he thought it was funny. I can’t tell if this is relieving or upsetting.