A few hours after writing my last (scheduled) post, my question got answered. In my previous post, I write how I thought that the pain of being without him is what was meant to balance out my life because everything had been going too well. I should’ve known that by acknowledging that it wasn’t really all that difficult (by saying that the pain was worth it) that something else would happen.
Well, it did.
I hurt my pretty car. But that’s not the worst part of it all. My Dad is really upset about it. There goes the great family vibe we’ve been having around here. I’m annoyed that all I want to do is run back to Ireland. I’m sure my Dad will get over it, but he shouldn’t have to. I should’ve been more careful… and I know that. The really hurtful thing is that whenever I do something like this, my Dad always has to bring in how it relates to other aspects of my life and he never sees if I have changed or not. Argh. Anyway… I just had to vent about it. And (hopefully) that’s all I’m going to say on the subject.