( 7:49 PM ) shut up christine
i'm going to be real right now
my dad and i just had a fight
what's our deal?
how come we cannot civilly converse with each other?
why are we always fighting
it's funny, in these moments we are exactly the same.
explosive. stubborn. we mirror the same angry pink face. don't forget to breathe when you are yelling yo. i am my father's daughter
this fight was about advance directives, which is a difficult topic, understandably.
dad, do you have an advance directive?
what's that?
(not even two minutes later)
you think you know shit because you went to nursing school? i said i don't want TO TALK ANYMORE *door slam*
we don't communicate well, we never have.
we don't listen to each other
we don't have a relationship where i can come to you for advice or guidance
we can't talk about anything significant without yelling
so we are limited to
how are you?
good.
and that's okay.
each time we hold back an angry word instead of uttering it out loud, what fills that silent space? oddly i believe verbal restraint is how he and i best communicate our care for each other
i'm not a great daughter
you aren't a great father
may we accept this and forgive each other for it
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