Today, I argued pretty vigorously about my father about how I dislike how he sometimes uses homophobic slurs in casual sentences, and why I feel bad when he says them in front of me, and my boyfriend.
The same man who, as a kid, when I said a curse word, would make me open a dictionary, find it and read its definition out loud, so I would understand that every word I use has a meaning and implications.
I don't know what to think.