Feathers in Hair
World's Tallest Hobbit
Here I am, talking to my dad on the phone (still not having it turned off quite yet, thankfully) and we're having a fairly pleasant conversation. He asks me what I'm doing lately, and I say that I'm planning on joining a local drum circle. He doesn't quite understand, not appearing to know the difference between the sound of native drums versus other drums. He goes on to ask why I am 'wanting to hang out with strange people.' I keep trying to explain, forgetting that these things never go well.
I feel like I'm six again and my dad is calmly explaining that to me that I will never have any friends. My heart feels shattered, and I don't understand how I can keep telling myself that my dad has a mental illness and things like that can still make any shards of self- esteem I might have picked up seem worthless.
Should I avoid the subject next time, or try explaining how I feel?
I feel like I'm six again and my dad is calmly explaining that to me that I will never have any friends. My heart feels shattered, and I don't understand how I can keep telling myself that my dad has a mental illness and things like that can still make any shards of self- esteem I might have picked up seem worthless.
Should I avoid the subject next time, or try explaining how I feel?