My name is Larissa and my dad is an asshole. I’m 18, born and raised in Fort Lauderdale Florida. Today is Sunday and my friend Linda and I take our bikes down to Hollywood Beach to ride on the broadwalk. At Margaritaville I see my dad and his receptionist having cocktails at the pool bar. He is supposed to be playing golf with his asshole buddies like he always does on Sunday.

A bit of explanation. Apparently my mom and dad were really popular in high school and college. My dad got a degree in accounting, then his CPA license and opened up his own office. My mom graduated with an English degree, passed the bar and works part time as an immigration attorney. My mom’s parents are from Colombia and her ability to speak Spanish and English means that she has no shortage of clients in South Florida.

Back to my Dad. His accounting practice is very successful due to all his college buddies using him for their accounting, plus his cheap labor. He hires freshly graduating accounting students and pays them almost nothing because in the accounting business you need to have some experience. He shows them what to do and then just checks it over before sending it out and billing the client. He lords over them at his office like he does to us at home. He thinks that his responsibility is to be the provider, put a roof over our head and pay the bills. However my mom makes just as much as he does but he doesn’t get it. He goes to happy hour after work with who knows who and wants dinner on the table at 8 O’clock. After dinner he goes to the theatre room and watches TV until he goes to bed. The next day he gets up, goes to the gym, to breakfast and then to work. He is gone from 6 am until 8 pm every day. Saturdays he usually goes fishing with his buddy who has a large sport-fishing boat and Sunday, like I said, it’s always golfing.

I think he married my mom because she is Hispanic and he figured that she would cook and clean and be a humble little wifey. The fact that she is smart and capable was a plus to him but his machismo led him to believe that he could do, as the man of the house, whatever he wants. Well he is dead wrong on that account. I have had several conversations with my mom and she is really angry and unhappy with their marriage. His lack of interest in her and everything else is not something that she ever thought would happen. They go out a couple times a month on Saturday night, usually to a concert or some other event and dinner, and out to dinner a couple times a week but that’s the extent of their relationship. My mom is a very loving person and needs way more support and intimacy than she is getting from my dad. I asked her if she has spoken to him about it but he is unresponsive. I have a younger brother, Jason, and my mom won’t break up the family worried what that would do to him.

We have a great life on the outside. We live in Rio Vista on the water that leads to Port Everglades and the Atlantic ocean. Right across the little bridge is Las Olas with restaurants and shops and pretty much anything you could want.

I’m studying at Broward College, taking Pre-Law classes because I want to be a lawyer like my mom. She has taught me Spanish, it’s all we speak at home to make sure that I am fluent. My dad doesn’t like it but tunes us out anyway so what the fuck. The funny thing is that while I inherited my curvy figure from my mom, my hair is blonde like the rest of my dad’s Nordic family.

I have a boyfriend. His name is Jonathan but everyone calls him Jake. He is totally cool. Tall, slender muscular, smart and blond like me, he is a real looker. He dresses well and a suit just makes him look like a movie star but he doesn’t care. He loves to surf and is studying marine biology. Money doesn’t interest him, it’s all about happiness. He doesn’t want a work/life dilemma to balance. He says that if you do what you love, you will never have to work a day in your life. I love that about him. Plus, is chiseled good looks, cleft chin, washboard abs and a nine inch dick help too.

So I see my dad and Marta sharing a bottle of wine on the beach Sunday afternoon and just don’t get it. Marta is Cuban and looks pretty much like my mom, only 20 years younger. WTF? My mom is a total fox, why would you have to cheat? You have a smart, gorgeous, sexy woman who loves you waiting at home and you have to cheat with your employee?

I pull my bike over where he cant see me and hand Linda my cell phone to take some pictures just in case I need to convince anyone about what I saw.