I’m so angry right now. I won’t even go into it, let’s just skip all of the babble and get right to the part where I’m angry. Despite how furious I am, though, I’m not distracted enough to miss the silver lining. I drove over to Dad’s place because I knew I could go to him and talk about it and he would be honest enough with me to tell me if I was out of line. I know a lot of people don’t have that kind of relationship with anyone, let alone one with their father.
I’m the kind of guy who wants friends to not only share in the good times, but also keep me accountable if I’m not thinking straight. I want them to be honest with me when I ask them, “Is it wrong for me to feel this way? Do I need to put the spotlight on myself here?”
Tonight I realized just how blessed I am to know that I have that kind of friendship with Dad.
Even though I’m still fuming, it’s a comforting kind of fume.