Mar 11, 2006 10:28
Had a fight with father yesterday evening - perhaps we should say that I still have it. It was mostly about how we should explain what The Tin Drum was about, that I ought to listen to others (why, the same to you, dad) and that I don't know anything. We're in the third round now, had one during dinner, one after it, and another one during breakfast. We'll see if there'll be one during lunch, but as we're going out to the nation, perhaps it won't. The strange thing is that he expects me to just say, 'yes, I'm sorry, father, I was wrong, you're right', and it won't. But he won't let it go, he won't stop fighting, as he can't see how close-minded and dry he's become, and... I think you get it.
I wish I could tell him to be careful with me and not try to break down my self-confidence more. I've had a bad week and I don't want to loose my mind totally. I really don't think he knows how bad he can fuck me up.