It's good to know where your property is. And any responsible Daddy should be aware of what his little girl is up to, no matter what her age in calendar years. But sometimes the sadist is particularly insistent on knowing where I am and where I will be.
I'm never completely sure what is behind this. Sometimes he is clearly trying to plan a visit based on his own changeable schedule. When I'm going away, he wants to know when I will be on the road. He'll give me an assignment, or an image, or music to listen to, with instructions on what to listen for and permission to e-mail him as much as I'd like or even (a special treat) to text him.
I was going away but now I'm not.
And he still wants to know.
Where am I?
How is my health?
Where am I?!
Where should I be?
I'm in bed.
I'm in the kitchen making tea.
I'm in the dining room, drinking tea.
I'm on the toilet, pissing away the tea.
What's to know?
Sometimes, I think, perhaps he just wants to know where I am. Sometimes, I think, perhaps he just wants to have that awareness of where I am, how I am, and what I'm doing.
Sometimes, I think, he can't stop thinking about me.
Just as I cannot stop thinking about him.