When i was much younger, 13 years old i think, I was this very rebellious kid who go against what her dad says. Yeap, teenage! Incidents over incidents, disappointments over disappointments. I broke his trust for me and he broke mine for him; this lasted for a pretty long period, if im not wrong its for 4 years. Things between us got really tense. For a person who don't hold her anger long, when I say tense, it is really tense. Its to an extend where I pointed a blade knife on my wrist in front of him. I dint wanna talk to him, and every time i talk to him there is nothing good coming out from my mouth, I said nasty things i don't mean. I remember I once told my mum I dont want a dad like him.
I hated him, and trust me I never hated someone as much as I hate him before. Mum tried fixing our relationship, but honestly its not working. He even claimed he don't want to care even abit for me anymore but I knew deep down inside him he still care. Every time he care, I push him away. I push him away uncountable times, but he did not give up trying and as time goes by or may be its me growing up, I realize he actually care alot for me. And slowly, I show my care for him and this is the point where our relationship got better day by day. I forgive him for what he did but I somehow never forget what he did. Not gonna tell what he did that I could never forget, all I say is he did something really bad. And this incident really imprinted hard on me (I probably got part of my insecurity issues from here).
Anyway, as time passes, we got closer. I was never this close with my dad and I'm glad things went well after those years of getting on each others nerve. I LOVE YOU DADDY. You can have my words, no matter what happen next time, no one will ever replace you position in my heart. :')
carina.