I love my dad, but today he really got on my nerves. I
made the mistake of mentioning to him that six weeks ago the doctor put me on
medication to lower my cholesterol as a preventive to future problems.
Dad freaked. He's become a food cop and wanna be dietitian giving me lots
of unsolicited advice.
Tonight I told him that my cholesterol was now 123. He started in on me
about what I should be eating and how I needed to be watching my diet.
Hello?
Did he not hear what I said. 123 vs my 240 six weeks ago.
Where's my "good job" or "keep up the good work"?
It's the story of my life with him. Nothing I've ever done has ever been
good enough...except for marrying my husband and if you read me you know how
that's working out. He even went so far to say that as long as I take
diabetes medicine I'm going to have high cholesterol.
Hello? I hate when he doesn't listen to me.
He has fought cholesterol in his life and he's had a heart attack and bypass
surgery. I know that some of what he says comes from that. For
heaven's sake though, I'm doing well. He gets bossy and thinks I should
listen to him instead of the doctor. That's not going to happen.
I hate feeling like a little girl craving her father's accolades when they
won't be forthcoming. Whether it was grades (I was an A student.), my
weight, or my social skills, I never felt good enough to please my dad. I
guess I still don't. I don't know why I even try. He can't be
pleased.
It would have been a nice surprise to hear him say he was proud of me.
My sister was there when this was taking place. She looked at me and did
a little "no" nod. She said later, she hoped I didn't
cry. She knows how my dad has a great knack for picking at the hurt
inside me. He may mean well, but it hurts just the same.
I may be childish to wish for his approval. I know that I give him too
much power over my feelings. I always have. I was never a Daddy's
Girl and I don't suppose I will ever be.
Thanks for reading. I needed to let that out.



