Family Matters.

First post on this blog ever about family.

Big arguement today. I got so fired up I yelled at my dad, but immediately after I wish I hadn't. He's got a hell of a lot of pride, that man. Even when I apoligized after shouting, he wanted to throw me out. Only mom managed to stop him. So now there's a stony silence. All attempts to communicate with dad have been in vein.

Look, don't take this the wrong way, but when/if I become a father, I hope I'm nothing like you. Sure, you respect us, you're the breadwinner, and all that, but you're too blunt, too much pride. You don't know when to back down. I have nothing more to say.

Cheers
Healing Poet