Sometimes I feel like I'm the adult and he's the child. He is always so willing to buy into the negative of what I am saying. He can't see I am only trying to tell him how I feel and let him know that he hurts me sometimes by also picking at me.
I don't know, I wish we were closer, but I don't think we will ever be. I am sorry to say I simply don't trust him with my feelings. I love him but I don't trust him with my emotions. Both my parents have helped shaped and teach me about things but both have hurt me. My life with them is about loving them but not trusting them too much, because their love always seem to include hurting me. They may have never intended it but they hurt me. My mother hurt me by living the life that left me motherless. My father loved me by caring so much but never accepting the flaws in me. He's always wanted the best but some things in me aren't for the changing.
He hurts me by denying me a voice and the validation of my words, because of his own pride. So if I tell him how I feel, somehow it never that I might have a point but to him the fact always remains that I am the cause of the misery and division. Unfortunetly I am not psyic, it'd at least be easier to fake appeasing him.
Don't get me wrong I love both of them. They just aren't healthy for me. I am learning from their mistakes.