My relationship with my parents is complicated and nonexistent at best. My mom is an addict, hooked on anything that works; coke, pills, alcohol, and Jesus. She got pregnant with me because she wanted someone who would love her unconditionally. Dad's just a 69-year-old Vietnam vet that never wanted a kid at all.
I've lived with my father for the past 7 or so years. Once upon a time, things were alright. But somewhere recently, he just stopped being my dad, and turned into an asshole.
I remember a few months ago, he had me to the point where I would cry at the drop of a hat(me, who is known for never shedding a tear). My beautiful boy was angry.
And last night, when my father wouldn't stop calling, he took the phone outside. He said I didn't need this strain anymore. I don't know what conversations transpired. I curled up on his bed and waited. When he came back in, he told me that dad wanted me to run a few errands, but everything was fine.
While we were curled up, falling asleep(we're not together, but we haven't slept apart since getting this place), I told him that I envied the relationship he had with his mother. They even have the same laugh. I won't share the rest of our conversation, because there are some things that need to be treasured in secret, but it served as a reminder that there's always more to learn about a person. Even the people that pretend they don't have a story do. I've learned so many things about him(some of which explain why he's been acting the way he has).
I'm looking forward to what's coming next. I don't know what it is, but I'm hoping that we'll stick it out. We're a team, now. I won't abandon him. I'll be a safe haven, no matter the storm. It'll be ok.
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