A couple years ago my dad told me he sees me someday living in a big mansion with a bunch of cars
I got mad at him for that. I started yelling at him shit like, "Why tf would you expect that of me? Why would you even put that on me? Don't put your fucking dreams on me I don't want any of that shit all I fucking want is to be happy! Nothing means shit if I can't be fucking happy"
I wouldn't listen to anything else he said, I just left & we never talked about that again.
When I think back on that I feel really bad for that night. My dad was only trying to tell me he believes in me. That he believes I'm worth all of that, or that I deserve it. He never said that stuff to me growing up so I feel bad that the one time he tried to, I reacted with anger.
I think I got mad because I didn't believe in myself. I didn't want those expectations put on me & I still couldn't even figure out a reason to live at that point in my life. I didn't care about material shit & all I wanted was to be happy. It felt too overwhelming to think about figuring my life out.
I hope he still sees that stuff in me. I still don't want a big house... but I do want a bunch of cars.
Someday
I wouldn't listen to anything else he said, I just left & we never talked about that again.
When I think back on that I feel really bad for that night. My dad was only trying to tell me he believes in me. That he believes I'm worth all of that, or that I deserve it. He never said that stuff to me growing up so I feel bad that the one time he tried to, I reacted with anger.
I think I got mad because I didn't believe in myself. I didn't want those expectations put on me & I still couldn't even figure out a reason to live at that point in my life. I didn't care about material shit & all I wanted was to be happy. It felt too overwhelming to think about figuring my life out.
I hope he still sees that stuff in me. I still don't want a big house... but I do want a bunch of cars.
Someday










