Skeletons in the cupboard

This past week has been pretty smooth, I suppose. Nothing thattt out of the ordinary. Except maybe for one thing. I’m supposed to be leaving in 3 weeks. My dad hasn’t said anything or replied my email. Hah! I think he’s teaching me a lesson?.. If he’s mad enough, I think he might have cancelled my flight all together. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing in a way because all I really want to do is get as far away from him as possible once I get there. So, not going at all may not be such a bad thing.

It’s sad isn’t it? The fact that I don’t want to within at least a 500, 000 miles from my own father even though I only see him for about a month out of the 12 months in a year. Someone told me, “If you hate someone so much for so long, you end up not wanting to after a while.” Or something along those lines. Do I hate him? I honestly don’t know. I don’t have a proper reason to. He didn’t completely walk out. He just left. The skeletons in the cupboard are just too scary to go snooping around. I don’t want to know what happened. I don’t want to remember it. But that’s the problem maybe, how do you forget the past that made you?