My dad and I have a very interesting relationship- we always have. He's the best friend you always want on your side and the enemy you never want to be piss off. But the reason our relationship is interesting is because we're so similar we don't know how to get around each other.
We both hate being wrong and are extremely sensitive- so arguments, you can imagine, go really well.
Tonight's lecture was about the walls I've put up and how my dad finds my recent behavior towards him to be "highly disrespectful, and completely unacceptable". He's angry that I get easily overwhelmed, don't let him in, and that when he asks me simple questions my guard goes up.
I'm not disagreeing with him, because he's not wrong.
The thing that hurt me the most tonight is this accusation:
"You've thrown glass shards around you so that anyone who even tries to get close to you gets hurt before they even get to you."
Another thing I'm not disagreeing with, because he's not wrong.
I guess my point of writing about this is that I know that it happens, but it's not a purposeful thing. If we're sticking to the "glass shards" analogy, the glass shards are literally me. At the beginning of the semester when everything fell apart and I finally broke down... That's when the glass shards appeared.
So. For anyone who reads this and has gotten hurt by my shards of glass around me... I'm so sorry. I've been slowly picking them, and myself, back up.
For anyone who reads this and doesn't know me well- please don't let this post keep you from trying to get to know me. I promise that I'm more than broken. Just give me a chance to pick up my pieces.
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