Part of my homework from my T appointment was to talk with my father about his relentless phone calls… while I’m at work, while I’m trying to relax at home, or just doing my thing for me. It gets extremely irritating simply because of the hell he put me through. I’m not always in the mind frame to talk to him and if I don’t answer the phone, I wind up with, oh I don’t know, a MILLION voice mails from him wondering if I’m ok, how am I feeling, is work ok. Sometimes I want to get him on the phone and scream at him to leave me the hell alone. I want the good part of our relationship to flourish and the negative part to fade away, and he isn’t helping. So I was terrified to tell him that I need to be the one to call him when I feel up to it, to put that leash on him. I was afraid that he would be offended and our fragile relationship would shatter. Well, I couldn’t have been more wrong. He completely understood. Which is a good thing, but there was a part of me that wanted a confrontation. Weird, huh? But it went well, and now I’m not gonna have anymore unwanted, anger inducing phone calls. I know it seems petty to get upset like that over a phone call, but whatever. It’s how I feel so it’s genuine. Thanks for reading.

Ryan