In my senior year of highschool, I realized that I really didn't know my Dad. Yes he was my Dad, but because of conflicting schedules I never really talked to him and actually rarely even saw him despite living in the same house. I felt that knowing the people that pretty much made you should be a little higher on my priorities list, so I decided to make a real effort to spend more time with him and I did. In doing so I found out that we have a lot of the same qualities and with that, a lot of the same dilemas.
We would both talk about our hard times finding true friends, our feelings about the world, life etc. It wasn't until this year that I realized that most of conversations were from a standpoint of negativity and most of the time when we were done talking, I felt like crap. When I started to oust my patterns of negative thinking, I found that talking to him got harder and harder. After each conversation I felt like I had regressed a bit.
I brought it up a few times, trying to be positive and hoping that maybe he could use some of the techniques I was using to help himself as well, but he didn't take. I find myself now, distancing myself from him, not because I don't love him or don't want to talk to him, but the negative energy totally rubs off on me.
Yes we can love our parents, but this doesn't mean we have to adopt their bad habits. Easier said than done.
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