So, today I came home from work, and while I'm eating dinner, I'm venting. Just telling my mom/dad/family about what went down today, and how ridiculous it was. and my dad kept interrupting. But it wasn't like, 'Oh, I totally agree.' No, it was 'MY work makes me do this,...' and 'I have to do this.' I kept trying to talk, to share, and it all kept coming back to him.
Perhaps this is why we don't get along? I know I'm not perfect, and that I've done that too....but it's like every conversation anymore. Yes, yes, the world revolves around you. Yes, tell me about your work and your stress and your anger, I'm just RIVETED. I'm trying to tell you something. You complain all the time, you bug me that we don't communicate, I don't share, I don't try. Well I am trying, feebly but all the same and you are turning it back to you. I'm trying to tell you things, and you're talking over me like you always do.
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