Something has been bothering me for the best part of three weeks. The fact that me and my dad have barely spoken two words to each other. What makes this even more painfully upsetting is the fact that health wise he pushed me to breaking point. My dad and I have not had the most plain sailing of relationships over the the years, we have gone through times where we are so close that I forget about all the times when our relationship has been at its absolute rock bottom. What makes it worse is that I for once have done nothing to contribute, I have tried talking to him but my words are falling on deaf ears. I think that is the heartbreaking part.
I hate not having a relationship with my dad, because for all his faults he is still my dad. My dad is a man who doesn't wear his heart on his sleave, he doesn't show emmotion. I have only ever seen him get emotional watching Manchester United. He has never told me that he loves me and this is the first time I have questioned it.
Lisa Marie
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