Father...

A Letter to My Father...



Dear Father,



I love you to bits I really really do.



But you take everything to heart.



When I said "Are you almost finished that pizza? Oh you are, good, don't worry"

Please do not ask why I asked because it will upset you. That's why I said don't worry.

You make disgusting sounds when you eat and it makes me feel slightly ill, hence I will move. I do not want to hurt you, but you continue to prod and probe until I eventually have to tell you. Why not just leave it when I say "Don't Worry"?



Then you stomp out muttering under your breathe.



Do not get angry with me because you had to drive all the way the Myrtleford for the footy, only to get beaten because of the bad umpires, or because you grazed your head on a low ceiling or because you got a speeding fine for driving 111km in a 100km zone.



Do not get angry with me when I am sick. I cannot control when I get sick. It is not my choice to get sick. I just want some sympathy.



Do not get angry with me when you ask me for the tenth time what I am doing tonight and I respond with "I just told you five minutes ago" or when you say "Whose that?" about one of my friends and I say "You know them, you have met them before". I hate when you respond with "Well Jeez Monique, How am I supposed to remember everything you're doing/All your friends?". It hurts. I manage to remember all that you are doing. I make an effort to remember all you are doing. I try to remember all your friends, even if I haven't met them. I try to take an interest in what you are doing.



Perhaps, I am asking to much. Perhaps, I am just whining. Perhaps, I am just hurt for no apparent reason, but I don't think these are unreasonable requests.



All my Love



Monique



xxx