My father, on the other hand, complains about our late evenings or the fact that we don't come home at all. I assume he's become used to it. We decided that enough is enough with the squabbles and fighting.
Gradually, my heart begins to open up again, allowing me to forgive him. However, during the last month, it has been more about forgiving myself than forgiving him. I recognized that when he harmed me, I needed to forgive myself for the guilt I felt.
I believed if I had done everything correctly, we wouldn't be in this situation. After months of our reunion, I was beginning to feel terrible for him remaining at home all day.
We only go out when I tell them to, and we always end up paying the expenses.
He is occasionally ashamed, yet he is unable to express his dissatisfaction. He do
