Tell him A half truth.

“Megan,” I sighed again and took a breath thinking how best to word this. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him everything, at least not yet, if at all. I did, however, back myself into a corner I wanted Megan to accept that people she knew would look at her differently from now on.

“Megan is going through some stuff dad. She isn’t really the same as she was when you last saw her.”

“What happened?”

“She just, I don’t know like her brain snapped and now she wants to dress like this, act differently, be treated differently and everyone has to know it.” My dad had always been surprisingly good at sensing my bullshit and I had to be careful.

“She might even drop out of college and just become a full time,” I paused and looked at my father again noting how his posture had changed. “Like a full time, trophy wife but wants to be treated worst.”

“Worst how?” he asked, his voice full of empathy and worry. I was glad it was working but I knew I had to continue to choose my words carefully and make sure what I was saying was not a lie.

“Talked down to, treated, er. Roughly.” I said, giving him a long glance. “it’s different, she has changed in such a short time dad.”

“How do you feel about it?” he asked after a few seconds passed. I shrugged.

“I mean I feel like my relationship became one from like 1600s? But other than that, I kind of like it.”

My father nodded, glancing at the house. “Well as long as you two are happy then I’m not worried.” He turned to me with a grin.

“Your girl is pretty easy on the eyes, so you won’t hear any gripe from me.” He said hitting me in the shoulder and that’s when the sliding door opened.