My father has always been one of the most important people in my life. A rock. Someone I knew I could always turn to, could always trust with anything.
He’s honest, loyal, and forgiving.
And for the most part, my father and I have always seen eye to eye. And when we didn’t, were usually able to come to an agreement with little anger.
I respect my father and value his opinion above anyone’s on this earth.
Something I never expected to get was his cold shoulder. To have him turn on me when I would face some of my biggest trials.
But I’ve carried this burden for a while now. Unable to quite face it head-on. Wondering if maybe I had imagined the whole situation.
I don’t remember the last time I saw him… A month ago? Very strange for my father and me.
But we’re both on opposite ends. And neither one of us is willing to inch towards a compromise.
My father told me he disagreed with my move to Tennessee. And he wasn’t happy about my divorce. Or about my decision not to go back to college.
So he and my step-mother have decided to remove themselves from my life. Something I still don’t quite understand. I live only 45 minutes away from home.
It’s not like I have to buy a plane ticket to visit. Or them me.
Still, I sit here with my cell phone in my lap and contemplate calling in anger. To drive home just how much they’re hurt me. To yell and scream and be absolutely childish about the whole situation.
Because I feel stabbed by the one person I never thought would hurt me.
But I can’t hurt him. I can’t yell at him. And I can barely voice my broken heart without tears.
Yet, I have no idea what to do with him. He’s my father after all. Do I put all of my memories of him away in a shoebox and shove it under my bed? Forget about him?
Easier said than done. Because I’m stuck here where he left me, holding the broken pieces of a relationship that can’t be helped with duck tape or crazy-glue.
Lived Through by Mandie Described at 11:28 PM