If you read my last blog, I wasn’t getting along with my father. And guess what? I’m still not getting along with him. I take the bus every morning with my friend now and we don’t talk to each other anymore. I don’t really care and I officially realize I don’t really need him. But my mother and grandmother is forcing me to call “acknowledge” him when he’s in the house. I resist calling his name when he comes home, because he doesn’t acknowlege me as a daughter, but I’m only calling his name for the sake of my grandmother. It’s all for my grandmother, the person I respect and love the most. If she never said anything, I wouldn’t even spend my time calling his name. I probably wouldn’t do it if my mother alone made me. Let’s just say, I am definately NOT getting along with him. I have no association with him and he has no association with me. I tend to go back to my room and stay away from him. It’s like two gases that would react to each other, and once it reacts, it causes a huge explosion. Yeah, that’s what my relation to him is.
Every morning, I have to take the metro bus. It’s really expensive, but I’ll live. I’ll take the metro for a couple months. Once it’s spring time, I’ll walk there. I’m really glad a friend who lives near me also takes the bus. Without her, I don’t think I would’ve made it through this far. Thank you!
Yeah, so the person who commented before, I don’t think our relationship will get any better. I gave him way too many chances. I forgave him way too many times. And I gave him chances to change and actually think of me as a real daughter. I forced myself to believe that he would. But he didn’t. And now, he wouldn’t even talk to me (which I don’t really care.) So yeah, he’s lost his chance. Too bad for him.
