5:30 AM [Steady rain coupled with gusts of wind] By this time, I had been awake for most of the night. My mind was in shambles due to lack of sleep and over-stressed from racing from one compelling scenario to another in hopes to find a blanket solution to the in-lieu situation.
I do not know what it is between my father and me. Sometimes we seem to clash, especially at pertinent times like this. It is not as though he fits the role of the overbearing abusive father-far from it. Instead, I actually do not feel as though I ever left the role of rebellious teenager whenever I am around him. Maybe it just is the only way I know how to communicate with him. Just maybe. Usually, during the aftermath of one of these episodes, I am overridden with guilt and frustration and I am sure it is mutual, but it is uncanny how we are unable to apologize to each other-but nonetheless, I love him and I hope he knows that, just like I know he loves me. | next |
