Classic vent post
I envy my brothers for getting the dad I will never have. It’s my fault. My avoidance. My hostility. I don’t think I can try to fix things. I don’t know if I want to.
How come he only changed after letting me down. I tried so many times.
It seems that all it took for him to change was my vow to never trust him again.
So I’ll bring my brothers to have dinner with him every Tuesday and Thursday. And I’ll sit in the the seat that is said to be mine. But it’s not mine, for while this is a home for everyone else. I am simply a guest. That is all I allow myself to be.
From the outside maybe we do have a great relationship. Maybe I’m the only one who knows I am not a part of my father’s family. But to me family involves trust. And I simply can’t trust him.
























