11.19.2013

Dad and I

When I was a little girl I was always by my dad´s side, when I was a teen I hated him and as an adult we can't stand each other.  The only peaceful moments we have is when we are apart.

Sometimes I feel guilty of being mean considering his age... he is 70 years old, a lot of years have past and I can tell I am so much alike him than to my mother and that scares me. 

In this last year I have seen a lot of his close friends pass away so he feels depressed once in a while, but the times he is not sad, he is behind me driving me crazy, looking for the weirdest reason to argue, and because that I have decided to avoid him, anyway I can.  I will probably will regret that when he dies but if avoiding him is the best action to protect my psyche I will do it.