I wish he would stop complaining about everything and anything.

I wish he would stop telling us about how he has to go through so much every day, and stop complaining about how he has to struggle back home. I wish he’d stop taking her concern for granted and dismiss her as an anxious, pestering hag who called him thrice in two hours just for her own convenience.

I wish he would ask himself- would we do that for convenience? CONVENIENCE? If we wanted bloody convenience, we would have just dumped all his food into a wooden bowl and let him eat off the floor. Then maybe he’ll just say the same things over and over again- you didn’t spare a thought for me, didn’t think of my hard work, didn’t care about your husband/father enough to ask him if he was tired.

What’s the use of even trying if he’ll only insult everyone over and over again? He thinks he’s always right. In this place, he’s always right. If anyone dares try to prove otherwise, they’ll get abuse rained on them. Too bad it doesn’t work on me. I can only pretend it does since if I don’t, he’ll make it worse.

Fine, so maybe his apologies do contain some truth about him being impulsive and all. But it gives him no right to treat his decade-old marriage like it’s nothing just because he knows she loves us too much to back out. It does not give him the right to give her the same bunch of roses as any other year and the same card, except last time it was something she’d look forward to. It gives him no right to plant a robotically fake message in the card she would otherwise treasure. It gives him no right to just dump the cake on the table and go upstairs and sleep without doing anything for her birthday.

I swear if nothing was right or wrong and if I got my way, I’d quit school and work and take everyone away from him, but it’s perfectly alright- all of this. It has only taught me one thing- there is no such freaking thing as romantic love. Marriages are a lie. Platonic love, however, is not. I love my mother. I love my sister. I love my friends. I generally love the people in my life.

It really sucks that you can’t even love the person you used to love most for your entire life now when you can like almost everyone else. I miss the man my father used to be.