Sunday

My father's out of the hospital. He's in remission. He's stuck at home though, because his immune system is messed up. Now that he's stuck at home, maybe he can write to me. Wishful thinking, and I don't even know what I want from him.
He's got this silent talent at manipulation.
My brother's all freaking out, but then as soon as our father's doing better, I just don't hear from him no more. Same old. My father likes to control everyone by going from crisis to crisis ...
It does not matter now.
In the last month, after talking with my mom, I've learned a few things ...
Like, my dad's shit isn't mine and I don't need to carry it.
Like, everyone's fucked-up in their own way, and that's actually ok.