He just aggravates me to the point of breaking. I hate letting him make me cry. I hate letting him get to me. He’s such an arrogant, self absorbed, lonely prick.
But I kind of wish he’d done something to stop me leaving.
Something that showed me he was a little less heartless.
But I was wrong.
So now I’ve left with no hug. No “I love you, Dad”.
After all my raving about how life is short. Never leave without saying “I love you”.
I loathe to admit that I regret not doing so. But I needed that satisfaction.
Now I just want him to deflate his head and make it up to me.
But I know he won’t.
