My dad only tells me he loves me when it’s convenient. He calls our house and is like “Who is this?” when I answer. I couldn’t tell if he was joking, but I say sarcastically, “One of your kids”. He then says that one of my sisters calls, and I tell him I’ll let her know that he called back. “Alright, bye.” Then hangs up.
Lol that’s the most I’ve talked to him in about 2 months. Yeah I know some people don’t get to talk to their dads at all. Sometimes I wish he was completely gone so I didn’t have to be tortured by his superficial asshole yet nonexistent presence.
I’m 20 and I’m never going to grow out of that type of pain it causes me.
And I’m also sick of how aware I am. I don’t want to be aware anymore. Fuck this fucking illness, mother fucker!
God damn I’m tired.
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Maybe your dad just thinks your taste in music sucks. It’s not his responsibility to pluck sand from your vagina.
Uh, thanks.
Hey, i’m past 30 and my mom still screws up my life from time to time (and she has given the start line for most of my worst life failures, i don’t blame her tho, i know she wouldn’t have done if she knew). When parents have a pattern they rarely ever change it, specially as they get older, but don’t wish for unawareness. At least when you are aware you can know the blow is coming and that can soften things a bit (if you really come to terms with what to expect and what not, which is hard but not impossible). That doesn’t mean that the pain will go away completely tho, but it’s something i guess. As for the dream thing… +1, i wish one could decide to have dreams or not, or at least the overall theme.
Nah, my dad likes to put people down and make them feel worthless. Whatever. He is who he is and I can’t change him, but sometimes I have to complain in order to convince myself I feel better.