I’m sorry your daughter has a taste for cruel, demanding, controlling, and all-consuming passions.
In retrospect, maybe a “B” every now would have been okay.
It’s possible that letting her watch a procession of boyfriends and ex-husbands order you around like a half-witted serving wench throughout her childhood has proven unwise.
Perhaps all those years of ballet instruction were a mistake.
Makes you wonder, doesn’t it? When did it start? And who started it?
So kindly get off my doorstep and go home, ma’am.
Or stay and have a look at what you and I have made.