I’m starting to see why my relationship with my dad is as broken as it is. Well, I wouldn’t necessarily say, “broken” just not where I would like it to be.
I never really gave him a chance. I would always rather speak to my mom because her and I get along so well. I was always afraid that my dad would be so quick to judge, when I’m the one already judging him assuming that his opinion would always be so negative.
My dad would find out stuff about my life from social media, or my mom. Never from myself. He always feels like he’s the last to know everything, or that I’m hiding things from him. Which, in a way, is true. Not purposefully, I just didn’t want to hear him argue. Which is ironic because, not telling him anything because I didn’t want to argue, turns everything into an argument.
Just gotta tell the pops the truth. Which I’m starting to do. So far so good. Which is shocking, but I’m starting to see our relationship build again. Makes me happy.
In relationships, you hafto know what it is about yourself that needs to also be fixed because it’s not always just the other person. Sometimes, the problem could very much so, just be you.