Why do I even bother.
So I failed my driving test for the third time today. I was worse than before, and if I don't past next time I can't test again for six months. Dad ranted at me while I was upset. He's telling me not to beat myself up. All the while calling me a baby for crying when I
literally couldn't stop crying, simultaneously expecting I'd fail and being surprised and disappointed when I did, and somehow roping the computer into this by blaming it for my lack of practice instead if just accepting his son is a nervous wreck.
Gee Dad. Thanks for that. You've made menfeel so much less insecure about myself.
So I was practically in tears on the way home driving, despite Dad telling me not to cry . I snapped at him again and he started on his "Computer Addiction" tirade again. Again. It's at this point I resolve to just shut up, because convincing Dad is like trying to wrestle a grizzly bear, and because if he wants me to stop crying I have to stop talking to him because he's making me fly off the handle and cry even more.
I haven't let him apologize yet. I'm not gonna speak to him any more than is absolutely necessary. I will follow through that because I don't want to forgive him for this. He takes me having nerves and turns it into a rant about how the computer is the root of all egos.
Remind me again why I have a no-hate policy, guys?
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