My Dad

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I talked with my dad this weekend. Probably for the last time. I just don't think that I can deal with him anymore. Everytime I call him, he hassles me wanting grandchildren. He does not care who I marry, or even if I get married, he just wants grandkids and he wants them soon. Several times after he gets done pestering me about that, he will try to make a joke while questioning my sexuality. This weekend when I called him he again pestered me for grandkids. I told him off about it and told him to stop with the bullshit or he would never get grandkids. He apologized and said he would stop but he was very condasending when he said it. He then called me a wuss and started chuckeling like it was the funniest thing ever. I hung up on him. I don't want to deal with him anymore. Here I am trying to change my life for the better and be happy and he just brings me down.

What really brings me down is the simple fact that he's my father. I'm about to disown my own father. I think back and wonder what might have happened if I had been a better son. Let's face it. I've never been a very good son. I was never a jock, as a matter of fact I suck royaly at sports.I was never a fighter. I was never a good student. I've never been mechanicly inclined. I was never good at farming, I was never good at makeing friends. Lord knows I was never a ladies man. I was not very good at doing what I was supposed to do. I've failed my father and myself so many times over the years.

To tell you the truth, I was thinking about telling him everything about me. Just to piss him off I would have told him everything. The only problem being that I could not rely on him to keep it to himself.

Goodbye dad. I'll miss you. I wish I could have been a better son.

smorr24

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