New Person
You know...no matter how many times I cry...no matter how many times I tell you that I love you...no matter how many times I apologize...things are never going to change. You don't believe that I love you and that's preventing us from moving on from this hell hole we like to call our relationship. Your idea of respect is different than mine. You tell me that I take the things you say the wrong way, well it works both ways, doesn't it Dad? I'm afraid that these constant fights and tears won't stop until I'm gone.
I don't want that to happen, so I'm going to change. If it takes me changing to save us, I'm going to do it. You told me that you don't want to debate. You told me that everything you decide is for my safety. You say you do and say everything to help me. Well, you know what, I'm not going to fight anymore. When you tell me to do something or not to do something, I'm going to listen. No matter how much I think you're wrong and want to scream, I'm going to keep it in and do what you tell me. If it causes me to miss a few things with my friends or a couple dates with John, I'm willing to do that. I think that in the end I want to tell my children about how my dad was the greatest person alive, over telling them stories about the great times my friends and I had.
So, as I sit here with tears streaming down my face, heartbroken that you don't think I love you, I'm hoping that I can save us. Maybe once you see me trying, you will too.
Please pray for my father and I. We need something more than either of us can give, and that's God.
I don't want that to happen, so I'm going to change. If it takes me changing to save us, I'm going to do it. You told me that you don't want to debate. You told me that everything you decide is for my safety. You say you do and say everything to help me. Well, you know what, I'm not going to fight anymore. When you tell me to do something or not to do something, I'm going to listen. No matter how much I think you're wrong and want to scream, I'm going to keep it in and do what you tell me. If it causes me to miss a few things with my friends or a couple dates with John, I'm willing to do that. I think that in the end I want to tell my children about how my dad was the greatest person alive, over telling them stories about the great times my friends and I had.
So, as I sit here with tears streaming down my face, heartbroken that you don't think I love you, I'm hoping that I can save us. Maybe once you see me trying, you will too.
Please pray for my father and I. We need something more than either of us can give, and that's God.