My dad hasn’t talked to me in almost two months…we haven’t talked since late August when he flew back home and I texted him asking how his flight was. I didn’t reply to his response, but during that period I was dealing with a fissure (ew) and migraines daily which would last up to 5-6 hours. My mental health was also at an all time low, and I had told him that. For the two weeks after he left I worked and slept, and that was it. It dawned on me once I was feeling (physically) better that I hadn’t heard from him. Part of my mental health issues is I feel like a burden on everyone, like it’s a chore to be around me. Until weeks later, when I learned he didn’t talk to my sister either, I really thought he just wanted nothing to do with me anymore, and I understood. Now, I’m annoyed. If it’s not just me, I know the phone works both ways, but why not check in on me? You knew I was going through a lot. Feelings and communication have always been foreign concepts to him, but I didn’t ask to be brought here, so try. He probably didn’t even remember I said anything about what I was going through, he’s much more interested in what his girlfriend is doing. I was always the one who stuck with him too; Rach would ignore him and curse him, my mom was irritated with him more times than not, and though I had my own issues I still never abandoned him. We went to movies, we went shopping, hung out and talked, and I didn’t mind it because I love him. I tried with him, though it felt pointless at times, and now that I’m at my lowest, he can’t even try with me. I don’t think he ever should’ve been a parent, he just wanted to be in love. I’m glad he’s found it. Miss him.
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