CON. HUMILIATED My Dad Stands in the doorway As I leave for school. " You're not going to wear THAT shirt, are you? You look like a slob in it". Resentment wells up again. I keep walking towards the door. "Go change your clothes and Put on something decent". "My shirt's fine, Dad. I'm not going to change". I grab my books tighter And walk out on the street. Keep walking. Footsteps behind. "I'm going to follow you, To school, if neccessary, Till you change your shirt". I falter. I can see my friends ahead. Want to catch up. I hesitate. " You look a mess, Connie. Go and change". I see red. I HATE you, Dad. It doesn't matter where, Or how, or who's around. " You're no good". "You're too fat". "'Dumb". " Don't know how to dress". " You've got a foul mouth". Footsteps closer behind me. Inside I fight the same old battle. Say all the things I'm thinking Like I have some RIGHTS. Some choices. Know what I'm doing". I rage. I hurt. I cuss him out in my mind. I turn around Knowing I can't win. Aloud I say resignedly, " O.K. Dad. Whatever". Tell us the Reason Why. October 1983 Goessoftly Retired Therapist www.goessoftlyishere.com (Permission for reprints is required)  | Goddess with Flaws | Remembering | ACCEPTANCE | LOOKING FOR ME | CHANGE | My SELF | LAST REQUEST | CON. HUMILIATED | Fugitive Thoughts | A WISH | To a Friend | Teetering | Pain | CHALLENGE | Groundwork; Could Be; Comfort | LOVE THE CHILD | YOU DO NOT KNOW ME | Contemplating Suicide | ON THE COUCH | Can you sit and do NOTHING ? | LOSS ( a friend) | The Emperor and Silence is a Vote | Two Poems | I MISS You,Friend | The Other Side | WHAT WILL THE ANSWER BE ? | One Small Tear | I Wish | | THE HEALING PROCESS | DISSOCIATIVE IDENTITY DISORDER | POETRY | Biographical Entries | THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE | STORIES FOR LITTLES (Pigmus and friends) | SEEDLING THOUGHTS TO WATER | | Return Home | Great Links | Sign/View Guestbook | |
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