These feelings are meteoric and travel at the speed of light. I was not, until now, aware I wanted to hurt my father.
It feels like an eternity before I ask him, What do you mean? My words are not much more than a whisper. I am a veritable prophet when it comes to what my father is going to say.
I’ve been lying to him for 15 years about who I am and what I believe and up to this moment, I’ve been certain we had an unspoken understanding about what conversation topics are appropriate. I am, as usual, a fool.