It’s Father’s Day, again.
Who knows me is aware of the history between me and my father. It’s been a couple of years now since the last time we spoke. I don’t think about it every day, though it’s Father’s day today, so, well.
I can’t say I hate my father, but I think he still hates me. I mean, I haven’t asked it, and with I never talk about that with my mother or my brother. I haven’t just got enough gut to ask them that.
I don’t feel ready to forgive my father for what he did to me. The only good thing I managed to take out of what he did is moving here in Tursenia.
On the other hand, I’m not sure if he has forgiven me for what I did to him.
My only hope is that when (if) we’ll sort that out, it won’t be too late.
My father is ageing, time won’t wait for us. Happy Father’s day to the ones who can still enjoy father-son time / father-daughter time.