Watching the sweat roll down his face, I shook my head and snarled "Oh for Christ's sake I'm not gonna hit you, you pussy. Speak your mind."
He cleared his throat and eyed me warily. To prove I wasn't going to do anything, I took a step back. He nodded, "it's just we don't appreciate what you tell her while she's with you, her mother and I..."
"What I tell her?" I was stunned into disbelief and just stood there for a long moment watching him before it hit me what he was talking about. "You are under a sad misconception if you think that I'm not going to tell my daughter what is going on in her life and why you seem to be telling her she's mad." He started to move towards me but stopped short when I put my hand up. "And I will tell my daughter whatever I please to help her with her issues, to keep her from thinking that she's some kind of freak because she has a gift