I’ve posted before that my dad and I don’t have the greatest relationship. In fact, we don’t really have one, as the definition deals with relating, which is not the case.
I’m not a big fan of drama, nor is anyone, really, but we all seem to find ourselves knee deep, don’t we, oh, my brothers? The short and skinny of mine of late is my dad and his nosing into my brother’s online journal. He was never intended to read said journal, so when he read what my brother had written about him, he wasn’t too pleased with it.
My dad, in turn, made his own online journal. He said a lot of thigs about being a father, and his feelings. He doesn’t like being a father, and he feels that nobody listens to him at all. Rather than rant on and on like I did in reply to his solitary post that he later deleted, thus deleting my comment, I’ll merely say that he has a lot of inner issues and demons to deal with. I, for one, will not hold his hand on the way. In fact, I’d rather not look at him again.
Today is my mom’s birthday. She was/is enough parent to compensate for the utter lack of father I had. She, my brothers, a married couple that is friends with her and my dad, Milca and I are going to dinner tonight. We’ll see how that goes…
My dad kept going on and on in his entry about how horrible his father was to him, and how that affected him. He’s completely blinded to the fact that he is doing exactly what his father did. My innermost fear is that I will turn out in any way like my father. I am confident that I won’t, as I have learned from his bad example. The first step was to think about someone beside myself.
I feel slightly hypocritical that I’m writing about my dad after getting upset about him writing about me, but then my site is here for me to talk to the masses about my feelings and goings on. Not to mention the fact that this entry has a boat load more tact and consideration for the fact that people besides myself might read something on the internet than his did.
If you have a good relationship with your parents, let them know how much they mean to you. Say I love you. Remember their birthdays, as they likely never forgot yours, which changed their lives forever.