I love how, at the age of 20, my parents still feel the need to protect me from my own life. So now every time I stand up for myself and actually have something to say about it I get a whole load of secrets and things I should know just dumped on my in one go. I thought I had a great relationship with my parents and I used to be proud of that, but it’s just utterly deteriorating now and I feel like I’m living with strangers.
Dad will always ask me what my plans are in the morning before I get in the shower.
By the time I’ve gotten out the shower, he asks me again.
Dad will leave to take me to work, by the time we’ve gotten to the junction he’ll ask what time my train is. I’m not getting the train to work, Dad.
Dad will tell me about somethinig he’s noticed, most recently a painting in a window of a shop, and start the story with “Remember I told you about that painting…”
He hasn’t told me about it.
Dad will hoover twice in a day, thinking it’s the first time.
Dad always has to ask me what I take in my tea.
Dad always has to ask who Hannah, Kaitlin, Roz, Heather are when I mentioned them.
My Dad is getting steadily worse, and I’m terrified. I want my Dad back.
I need my Dad, I’m starting to miss him.