Dad’s Justification
Dad tried to justify their actions, explaining that everything was done out of necessity and love. “We just wanted to help without causing more trouble,” he reasoned, but his words did little to ease my disbelief. His explanations blurred the line between right and wrong, slipping into uncomfortable gray areas. “And what about me?” I asked, hurt and confused. Each justification only reminded me of the favoritism I’d always felt, deepening the weight of disappointment that hung heavily between us.
Dad’s Justification
Asking Him To Leave
Eventually, I reached my limit. “I need some time, Dad,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. He nodded quietly, accepting the unspoken request, and as the door closed behind him, a lingering sense of betrayal settled over me. The raw unfairness weighed heavy, but I knew I needed space to process it all. The silence that followed was filled with swirling thoughts of unwavering favoritism and unbreakable loyalty—both frustrating and exhausting. I needed time to think.
Asking Him To Leave
