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I hate this so much it's genuinely making me insane
Marjane Satrapi, cartoonist and film director, best known for Persepolis
22 November 1969 - 4 June 2026
It's been nearly a year and a half since my dad died, but I'm really missing him lately. We were estranged since 2019, and things were rocky for some years before then, but I wish I had more time with him before the addiction took over. I feel guilty for pulling away, but I did it for my own safety. I miss how things were when I was little though.
I know it's a little childish of me, but I wonder why I wasn't worth getting better for. And I don't know if he meant those awful things he said about me and my mother or if it was the drugs. I feel like I didn't deserve to have a father bc I was the one who chose to cut ties, but the whole time I was hoping he would somehow get clean, uncook his brain, go to therapy, and we could go back to how things were.
I'm not sure why I'm thinking about him so much lately, but it's really eating me up. I feel like a bad person. I also keep thinking about what the old version of him would think about all sorts of things. Would he have liked who I'm growing into? Would he like my cat? What was he doing at my age? Would he like my cd collection? I keep seeing more things we have, or had, in common.
I really miss my dad and I hate that my last memories of him were so awful.
I miss you dad I miss your jacket that smelled like smoke and I miss listening to Pink Floyd with you and I miss you teaching me to play moroccan hand drums and I miss watching documentaries with you and I miss listening to you talk in darija and in french on the phone, even though i ended up monolingual, and I hated how you treated me and my mother and my brothers later but I never stopped missing you and I'm so much like you. I wish I could ask you more questions about your life and get the real answers, now that I'm an adult. I wish I could have known you as an adult, instead of freezing things as a scared teenager. I bought some interesting foreign CDs the other day and imagined you at my age, buying Western music. I picked up some free books that my school was going to discard and thought about you telling me to never stop reading. I miss who you were, and i hated who you became, and i hate that I've had to grieve you twice, and I wish I could have the old you back
It's been nearly a year and a half since my dad died, but I'm really missing him lately. We were estranged since 2019, and things were rocky for some years before then, but I wish I had more time with him before the addiction took over. I feel guilty for pulling away, but I did it for my own safety. I miss how things were when I was little though.
I know it's a little childish of me, but I wonder why I wasn't worth getting better for. And I don't know if he meant those awful things he said about me and my mother or if it was the drugs. I feel like I didn't deserve to have a father bc I was the one who chose to cut ties, but the whole time I was hoping he would somehow get clean, uncook his brain, go to therapy, and we could go back to how things were.
I'm not sure why I'm thinking about him so much lately, but it's really eating me up. I feel like a bad person. I also keep thinking about what the old version of him would think about all sorts of things. Would he have liked who I'm growing into? Would he like my cat? What was he doing at my age? Would he like my cd collection? I keep seeing more things we have, or had, in common.
I really miss my dad and I hate that my last memories of him were so awful.
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Their God is male
Their phrophets are male
Their apostles are male
Their books tell periods are dirty
Their thinkers are misogynistic
Their saints would call you a whore
Don't defend your oppression
My father's been dead for over a year, and we were virtually no contact for several years before that, but lately I'm really wishing I had a dad that I could talk to and depend on. I wish I could make myself understand that I'm wanting an unrealistic fantasy