In a perfect world I'd be a perfect little driver. I would look over my shoulder when I'm about to pass into another lane. I would slow down and make perfect stops. I wouldn't piss off other drivers so they honk their horn at me. I wouldn't miss a turn and go down the wrong street. I would use my blinkers at all times. I wouldn't have a dad that makes me feel like crap.

In a perfect world my dad wouldn't tell me that I'm a crappy driver. He wouldn't tell me that I'm not concentrating. He wouldn't distract me. He wouldn't tell me that I should know how to go somewhere just because I've driven there once before. He wouldn't tell me that I think driving is all a big joke and that I suck at it. Or that  I'm not trying. He wouldn't make me cry. He wouldn't be a jerk and tell me that I would be the one to start crying of all his children.  He wouldn't be such a hypocrite. He would actually apologize and wouldn't act like nothing happened. He wouldn't think he was always right like the stuck up brat he is.

In a perfect world, my mom would stick up for me. She wouldn't sit there with her lips pressed together and act like nothing was happening. She would reprimand my dad for being a sadistic jerk.

In a perfect world, Iwouldn't want to tell him off or punch him in the face.

If only I live in a perfect world.