Daddy Dearest
This week had been mighty tough.
My father decided to make an unwelcome appearance in our lives once again. To settle his debts. What am I? A cash cow? he has no remorse for the things he has done for the family but sure, we have to clean his mess every single time. How many times must I redeem him from his debts?
I don't want to talk any more about it but I'm still choosing to record as a reminder of all the bitterness he has caused us. My refusal to forgive him makes me uncomfortable as a Christian. On some level, I think I'm fine being a bad believer if it means I'm shackled to my hatred. Because I don't want to forgive.
In other news, I start yet another gig on the 18th. Happy to do so. As a freelancer, it feels tiring to constantly go and meet people and send my books and create good impressions. It's a never ending job interview.
And yet I'm too choosy about a permanent job. Maybe I should just I where the money is. (Since I have the best Christian father in the world who implicates me into his debts.)
Maybe that's why I have an awesome Mom.
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