My father is angry at you.

He is a polite, reasonable man. He took you under his wing. He is here helping of pick up the pieces that you left.

I have already asked for too much from him. He has seen of hospitalised three times already for shit like this. Now his company is enough to see me through the pain of abandonment.

He is the type of solid, dependable men that dont exist in my generation.

I miss you. But I miss my dad more.