Welcom to my world:
Today I rediscovered exactly why I hate talking to my dad. Regardless of what I’m doing, I’m always going to be getting back on my feet and never going to be able to afford something I very much want because of that. So, I have to learn to accept something second hand because that’s all I’m going to get for at least 3-5 years. Something to get used to, oh nevermind the fact that my job isn’t good enough either. Neither is the fact that my mum is spending $10k for me to get my massage certification so I can actually do something I want to do, that also happens to pay decently. But, oh, what good is that when I could go even further and become a physical therapist. Forget that it’s not what I want to do, and that I’m happy doing the job I currently have. Seriously, I’ve never had as great of job satisfaction as when I’m in my massage room, arms coated in oil, making someone’s stress go away and making them feel more balanced, physically and energetically. Forget all that because that is not what my father seems to envision as a worthwhile venture. For some odd reason, I get the feeling that he’s hoping it’s just another phase I’m going through that–hopefully–I’ll grow out of by my 40s. And this is the guy who wonders why I left home at 18 and refused to talk to him for 2 years while I was in college. I absolutely hate the entire thing. For once I feel like I’m actually making a difference in myself and others and he goes and rips it to shreds claiming I’m trying to save the world. Funny thought, I left the fiance he hated because he was just like my Dad, unfortunately, you can’t leave you family for treating you like shit. I think I’m going to stop talking to my Dad for a few months. Not like he’s paying for any of this anyway. My mum’s the one to thank for it, at least she believes in me and what I want to do to make myself happy. Fuck the bullshit, one of these days he’ll kick himself for being such a jackass again.
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