Greetings. It's funny how me and my dad always "try" to get along, but it never stays as a permanent. We just can't. Who knows, maybe it's just a father and son phase when we just don't get along. But, at least I don't respond to him like I'm mad, he usually just gets mad at me the moment he sees me.
The time he was on vacation from work which was this last month, we spend about two weeks talking then until my dog travis tried to bite me, I mean I couldn't just let it pass by because fuck, he's just a fucking dog. My dad put the blame on me, like it was my fault when I was trying to pet the dog. He had the courage to protect the fucking animal first before standing next to me, his own fucking son.
But, then at that moment, we just didn't speak. We just ignore each other. It didn't start with him, his pride is all the way up to his neck, so fuck it. I as well won't budge. I know I wasn't wrong and the dog was at fault. Fuck it. If we don't talk, then I'm fucking fine. It's not like it would change anything.
Tells you how much dad issues I actually have. I've longed for a father I could talk to, but then I just have a man that cares more about the fucking dog.
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