Monday, January 4, 2010
it didn't work
My father used to sneak me out of bed late at night. We would sit together in his big chair and watch horror movies. I was 5 years old. Terrified. Didn't want to watch. He made me watch. Made me pretend to not be afraid. Sitting with him had to be enough to make me brave. It wasn't that he wanted to be with me; share a favorite interest. He was making me tough. Driving the fear out of me with his will. It didn't work.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Evil naughtiness. I hate this story. I'm so glad you are a wise and good father and have broken the idiocy of your father.
Post a Comment