deathanddumb:

I can honestly say my relationship with my dad is over. I’m just upset that I’ve wasted so long hoping he will grow a pair of balls and man up. He called me Friday, first time in months. I spoke to him for 5 mins then he was busy and hung up. Before that it was 3 years. Thats 3 years where he “Didn’t have any credit” The man is fucking minted, he owns a house in Cyprus which he paid for in cash. Urgh anyway… Just like being 11 years old all over again, I ran to my phone. Saw it was a number that began in 0003 and knew it was him. In that 0.1 of a second before I answered it, a massive story unfolded in my head. This was the call where he would apologise for everything. He would explain himself, answer every question I had. Ask me what I would like and buy me a birthday or christmas present for once. Drop everything and make me his main priority. Try and string together some form of relationship before its too late, or one of us dies. Maybe. That gut wrenching feeling in the pit of my stomach, like a nervous excitement. Well that all went the moment I answered my phone. I heard him answer on the other end. All I said was “Hey Dad!” There was an awkward stutter and he then replied. “Oh wrong number” And put the phone down. What a guy.