I have a damned serious problem. My father has been diagnosed with cancer a few months ago. The best option was to undergo surgery. After surgery and back home, I find that we have a lot of communication gap. It’s only him and I in the house and it’s not easy to stay in the same house with another person if the communication does not flow or you find that the other person is always on the wrong wavelength. Moreover, he’s a stubborn man who likes to act his own way without listening to people’s advice. In the last few weeks, I was under heavy pressure staying with him. Day in and day out I have to face him. Whatever topic and simple conversation we engage in creates stress to me. He does not understand my explanation and often has his own interpretation/speculation. That is not too bad as I can accept that he’s not from my generation.
Today unfortunately, I develop some hatred towards him because the long period of staying under the same roof with him has backfired. I dislike his characters who likes to control. He tried to control my mom and inserted his ego upon her. She could stand him out of love for him. However, as a daughter, I do not have the patience to endure that and I often argue with him on many things, even the tiniest one. The need to prevail in him brings out the worst in me. I had been in constant stress lately.
Today’s incident is a very simple and straightforward event. I found out that my office is organizing a dinner tonight. I called back to ask him if he’s cooked. It was a simple question “Have you cooked the dishes for today?” He answered yes but my sister called me back and explained that he has not cooked and informed me I should buy my own lunch. When I got back home, he told me he didn’t find the need to cook because there were some ingredients missing. He thought I wanted him to cook regardless of missing ingredients or not. That was not the point I called him. I wanted to stop him from cooking so that we do not waste food. I realized he has a very different perception of things particularly from everybody else. The doctor advised him to eat little but often so that his food intake can be increased while at the same time his digestion would not create problems. He blamed the doctor after eating a big portion of meal by saying that the doctor asked him to eat a lot. Sometimes I hate talking with him knowing anyway that he has such weird interpretation of people’s words and ideas.
I keep having pressure and how I hate even being close to him. Communication is really so vitally important. Without communication, stress is more likely to occur especially for those living under the same roof. I hope my hatred is temporary and I am still trying to find ways to avoid feeling so low whenever I have to be at home. I want to SHOUT OUT!!!!! Yikeeeeeessss ~~
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