I went out for a walk, was supposed to go with my dad, but he didn’t pick up. Halfway through he rings, and I agreed to meet up. It was like a minute, before he completely blew. I had told him my mam didn’t like my shoes, but I didn’t care, because I loved them. That I was annoyed at the two of them (about the way they’ve been treating me- like a kid, when I’m 23 and neither my brother or sister gets this much crap from them).
I mean, yea, I was a bit peed off, but that’s me. Most people know how to handle me and the next second it’s over and done with and we move onto another conversation.
Not my dad, he lost his head. He barked at me- I mean in the middle of the street, he’s blowing at me; a grown-ass woman. Then turns and tells me.
"You need to learn how to treat people. I’m going home," and crosses the street. I just said ‘fine’, and headed the other way, I didn’t even let it phase me. I wasn’t in a bad humour to begin with, I wasn’t going to let him put me in one. So went on my merry way, listening to Linkin Park on full volume.
Now he’s been ringing and texting and even came down to the house, but I’m not going out to him.
If he knew me, he should have known to stay and move onto another topic, and not a eyelid would have flickered. Not completely blow it out of proportion and have a tantrum.
Sometimes I wish I never let him back in my life. Today is one of those times.