Maybe I wasn't a good son to my father
For this to happen to me...
He doesn't hit me, he doesn't abuse me, he doesn't hate me, and he doesn't lock me in my room
He hurts me, throws toxic talk at me, then leaves and leaves me to collect what he threw at me.
He wants me to become who he is in his mind, not myself.
But you, father, never thought of me as a son before. You always made me feel like I was a disgrace to your name and tried to make a human being out of me...
But you made me human
complicated.
He likes to annoy me
He likes to see me distracted and weak
Until suddenly... I couldn't turn to him again... I threw myself into someone else's arms and never needed him... And I started... finding what I wanted in someone else...
He was a toxic person who hurt me, but he used to hug me and make me cry in the middle of the night
But the second day he reconciled with me, he would sometimes hurt me with some of his conversations...and he would win me over with flirtatious conversations and beautiful kindness. He was better than my father...even though both...
They were hurting me.
Welcome to....
How to make ..
A complicated son?
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