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Had an argument with my father tonight. The details don't matter, it's the same fucking argument we've been having for twenty years.
I fucking hate, hate rehashing the same goddamn issues over and over.
Nothing, nothing I do will change this cycle. Short of cutting him out of my life, which I'm not going to do because I love the bastard.
And now with his medical issues, it's going to get worse because his memory is shot, his liver is shot, his back is shot and he's terrified of how the rest of his life is going to be. He's scared and lashing out which I understand but I still fucking angry about.
I guess what I'm seething about is that I'm not allowed to be angry with him, I'm not allowed to be angry with my family. They are all allowed to flip-out, freak-out and self-medicate but I raise my voice, it's like, "What wrong with you buster?"
I will always be 12 years old to him and he still sometimes treats me like a know-nothing kid. I don't know if it's because I'm the youngest or because we virtually out of contact for most of my teenage years.
And the irritating thing is, I let him in knowing full well this is one of the by-products. Because I'm selfish, he's filled with good advice, knowledge and insight. My entire relationship with my father relationship with my father can be summed up with, "You gotta take the good with the bad."
I think one thing you have to realize about your parents when you grow-up is that certain issues will never be resolved.
Ahhhh, I need to smoke a few cigarettes.
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