I'm sick of dad's mask. I can't even tell if it's a mask. So sick of him making a joke out of serious matters. Uncle has cancer and he laughs it off saying that it's nothing. If he dies, then let it be.
He dismissed mum's insecurity and said she was crazy.
He dismisses the very fact that I'm stressed by saying that I'm not trying hard enough. If I did, I wouldn't need to stress.
He dismisses my sister's headaches, saying its a figment of her imagination.
He dismisses my pain with it's nothing. It'll go away.
I'm sick of it. Makes me so angry to hear those words coming out of my dad's mouth.
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