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But he wouldn't want to stop instead he kept screaming at my mom and even said he wanted a divorce. There were two other people inside the car who are not our family members.
I felt so embarrassed that they have to witness this kind of thing. The fact that he didn't respect my mom and said harsh words to her in front of other people and me really hurt me. It wasn't his first time doing that to my mom. He likes to yell and scream at my mom in front of anyone in front of his friends, family, strangers, public.
It is really hurtful and embarrassing for my mom to be treated that way so often. So I started to cry and told him that I've been watching you doing this to mom so often since I was young.
I couldn't stand it anymore. You should have respect mom more. Just because you have money doesn't mean that it is legal to treat your wife like that. You always verbally abuse mom and I have had enough of it. You know how much you hurt mom's feeling by keep doing this to her.
After I said that he kept quiet for awhile and said "I think I've been such a responsible dad and now you said that to me. My mom said that I should have not said that to him.
He likes to yell and scream at my mom in front of anyone in front of his friends, family, strangers, public. No one can fill the void. I am often a disappointment to him, but I cannot see my mistakes coming. I really regret it. Say it without holding back. Topics Family Dear Mariella. As I got older, not only did I more clearly understand the loss of my father, but I was now going through things I needed him most for.
I knew I was so wrong. Use each day to its fullest capacity. Whether that be reading one more chapter, calling your mom even though she always talks your ear off , reaching out to an old friend or running one more mile. Take life for what it's worth. More time is virtually the only thing we can't buy these days. Treasure that and maximize it.
We all get busy with the logistics of being human, but let's get busier about simply enjoying life. Parents are people too. When I was 8, my dad was Snuggler Extraordinaire, the man to talk to when I wanted yet another kitten, and among many other things a professional goof ball. Sometimes we don't realize that our parents are people too. They aren't perfect, they have struggles, they have dreams and aspirations just like us. As I've gotten older, I have learned more about who my dad actually was. He wasn't just a dad.
He was his own person too. So when I look back on the things he did for me and the good memories I have of him, I gain a greater appreciation for all those little things. They were dance parties to Bare Naked Ladies in the morning when he should've been preparing a report for work. It was letters to his mom about how he wanted to be a good father. Or notes left for his silly little girl when he was already late getting to the airport for a business trip.
All these struggles and sacrifices were made by a man to bring a smile to an 8-year-old's face despite all the responsibilities and obligations outside the home.
That's what made my dad who he truly was, a person who through all of his own personal struggles, wanted to be a good father. The value of handwritten letters or notes is priceless. My dad was away for business and personal reasons a lot. But when he left, there would be a note waiting for me. These little letters, cards and notes handwritten by my dad are my greatest treasure.
Not only was it important to him to let me know he loved me, but it was important for me to have memory of that. Text messages get deleted, phone calls go forgotten. But the collection of reminders from my dad that he loved me, are something I can and do read anytime, any day. Through them, his love is not forgotten.
You should say 'I love you' like it's your job. It's the "I love you" as you're getting off the phone with your mom when you're hanging with the bros. It's the "Thank you for always being there for me" to your brother as he saves your butt from a party you shouldn't have been at. All these things we often leave unsaid. We need more of the mushy, heartfelt proclamations.
There are a million and one things I'd love to say to my dad if I could get one more chance. But that's not how life works. Say it without holding back. There were some days I definitely wished I could run away. One time, I even did. That month apart I learned a lot about myself. I experienced feelings I never had before.
I let my soulmate go and my body knew it. It might sound stupid or corny, but it literally felt like half of my heart was gone. I tried to be strong and manly about it.