If I can create a list of things that you have done wrong, it would no longer be a list but an essay. If you have now realized the mistakes you’ve made in the past, why the fuck won’t you try to be a better father figure? I am blessed that you have given me life. For the things you’ve given to me and the sacrifices you’ve made so that both your children are able to have the elite education you hoped that we get.
But once your mouth begins to speak those words that you don’t even mean? Like saying that you no longer care about my education? You are the one that is supposed to support me. You are the one that is supposed to push me. To strive for success, but instead you are here to discourage me?
If this is what I am coming home to, why am I even bothering to come home? You are nothing but a bitter old man that needs everyone else around him to be just as angry and just as depressed as you are.
But you see, there is only so much we can tolerate that. Because sooner or later, we become numb to that. We no longer feel that pity but instead we begin to ignore you. Because that kind of attitude is what prevents us from happiness. And no one wants to be kept away from being happy. Not because of one bitter old man, even if he is your father.