Chipping off the block
Yesterday I was having a good day.
I got my work done, some cleaning finished, chatted with some friends via the internets, and headed to my weekly crafting circle. I was ripping apart a cheap hoodie to make a jacket lining when my father called me.
He spoke to me for seventeen minutes.
I closed my phone and went back to what I was doing, and then I became aware that in those seventeen minutes I had lost the will to live, and that a Staind song was playing in my head.
'cause it's always raaaaaaiiinning in my head
forget all the things I should have saaaaaaaid
And that, in a hilarious (if you know my father, it really is. trust me.) and horrible nutshell, is the relationship between me and my father.