milquetoast
sometimes the longest rain yields no rainbow
- Aug 21, 2023
- 22
back when i was a kid, i was real close with my dad. he made me love the things i love now, and i'd often enjoy my time with him. he'd sometimes get me the things i wanted, help me out with schoolwork and all that. he was someone i looked up to, someone i was happy to be with. then around high school, he started to be at home less, his reasoning being his work being more troublesome as he usually was a away for a long time since he works as an civil engineer and his projects does take a while sometimes, and everyone in the family accepted that reason, he'd sometimes go home during weekends, days i kept looking forward to. around the later years of high school, he sort of just stopped coming home. my family had kept in touch with him but there was this weird feeling of disconnect, that feeling of distance not just because he's away, but a distance that felt like he didn't care as much about us anymore, pair that up with some of the worst years of my life, and that was mostly why i felt miserable those years. still feel said misery to this day actually.
then a family member saw my dad with another woman, another family. he had been with them for years at that point. he seemed happy with them, even supported the woman's children. when my father realized that we knew, he just stopped hiding the truth and began to just openly be with the other family. posting pictures with them and all.
during my graduation on high school, he didn't even show up. not even a simple "congratulations on graduating!" message. meanwhile he was beyond jubilant that his stepdaughter graduated high school as well. no messages during my birthday. that was when i just sort of got used to it. if he's going to act like that, might as well act like he's gone from my life entirely, with apathy fully blanketing me.
and now i'm here, first year in college and he's suddenly back at our home. a awkward feeling in the air whenever he's back home. i had mixed feelings when i saw him in front of the door on that morning, a few seconds of joy (which i hated myself for feeling that) and then just spite leaving in its wake, not even entertaining his tries at small talk. he only came back home because a project of his is on the neighboring city, and most days he's on the company dorm, he would usually come back home at random, with him being so out of place that he mostly stays alone in his room or watching tv with none watching along with him.
i feel like a idiot, knowing deep down i do still care for him somewhat, but the rational part of me knows that i probably should stop caring and only accept his financial help because it is his responsibility and i mostly try to shirk away from him whenever he wants to talk. at least my siblings share my discomfort whenever they visit home and they see dad's there. i don't want have to do anything with him again, despite how much that hurts me, despite the time he had spent with me as a kid. he had broken my trust and there's no coming back from that.
i want to hate his guts but all i feel is just apathy towards him these days.
then a family member saw my dad with another woman, another family. he had been with them for years at that point. he seemed happy with them, even supported the woman's children. when my father realized that we knew, he just stopped hiding the truth and began to just openly be with the other family. posting pictures with them and all.
during my graduation on high school, he didn't even show up. not even a simple "congratulations on graduating!" message. meanwhile he was beyond jubilant that his stepdaughter graduated high school as well. no messages during my birthday. that was when i just sort of got used to it. if he's going to act like that, might as well act like he's gone from my life entirely, with apathy fully blanketing me.
and now i'm here, first year in college and he's suddenly back at our home. a awkward feeling in the air whenever he's back home. i had mixed feelings when i saw him in front of the door on that morning, a few seconds of joy (which i hated myself for feeling that) and then just spite leaving in its wake, not even entertaining his tries at small talk. he only came back home because a project of his is on the neighboring city, and most days he's on the company dorm, he would usually come back home at random, with him being so out of place that he mostly stays alone in his room or watching tv with none watching along with him.
i feel like a idiot, knowing deep down i do still care for him somewhat, but the rational part of me knows that i probably should stop caring and only accept his financial help because it is his responsibility and i mostly try to shirk away from him whenever he wants to talk. at least my siblings share my discomfort whenever they visit home and they see dad's there. i don't want have to do anything with him again, despite how much that hurts me, despite the time he had spent with me as a kid. he had broken my trust and there's no coming back from that.
i want to hate his guts but all i feel is just apathy towards him these days.