Do you ever feel like you’re the villain in your own story? Not just metaphorically, but actually.
Today, I realized that I’m a complete asshole. I’m a bitch. I’m a terrible person and an even worse daughter.
Today, I made my father cry. It was subtle, but it was there.
I didn’t realize that what I was saying actually affected him until he came to me and said so.
What’s wrong with me?
How can one person be so cruel? I thought I was jokingly speaking to him, but apparently not.
Here’s the story:
He asked what happened to the Rumchata that was on the counter? And I said, ‘well you drank it all. It’s gone. What do you mean?’ I said it with the same attitude I’ve had towards him for most of my life (which I know is a problem). He said he didn’t drink it all and I just kept saying he did, like he drank the Fireball and all the other drinks I bought. And I walked away and left him standing there.
For context, we’ve had this or a similar exchange before. But this one was different.
He came to my workstation with tears in his eyes and said something along the lines of, ‘Even if I did drink it, it was only a small small sip. I can’t have that?’ then he walked away.
Of course, I immediately got up and went to him and gave him a hug, which to be honest I don’t remember the last time I did that. Granted, we’re not a hugging family like that. But still, I hugged him and apologized and told him I loved him and he told me a story of his childhood.
I honestly hate that I am this way. I feel like I know the underlying reasons for it, but it still sucks that I can’t bring myself to change. We’re not getting any younger and time is just constant flying by and I am wasting it by being the way I am.
I am a terrible person and daughter. I know that. I’ve known that. But, I haven’t acknowledged really. Maybe now in doing so, I can learn to change.