"So Dad rants, right?  About my responsibility as a "First Daughter,’ to be a good example to my siblings, about how my decisions reflect on him, and "didn’t I learn from last year at all?" And then,  and then  !  He has the  gall  to say I’m "clearly too traumatized from the war to make adult decisions’ and then ranted about finding me a therapist.  But he and my mom haven’t tried to ask about the war except "am I okay?" No, I’m not fucking okay!  I’ve been chased down, virtually shot at, attacked, and tortured.  None of us are okay!  And just because I pick a guy who was on the other side of the war, who’s been pardoned, has apologized to me, and clearly is making up for past mistakes - that’s what tells him I’m traumatized?"  Nichols was breathing hard, her voice escalating to yelling halfway through her rant.