I really should. I mean I REALLY should. I should know that my dad is the kind of guy that takes his opinion as God-given law. I should know that any kind of conversation with him that's longer then 2 sentences will end in me crying and basically being told I am a failure (and on some occasions, ACTUALLY being told that).
So why did I tell him what was going on when he asked? Well forgive me for actually thinking perhaps maybe I could have a normal conversation with him. Thinking perhaps maybe he actually wanted to know what was going on in my life. Thinking perhaps maybe he would be as frustratedly amused as I was.
Yeah, I really should know better.
And this time he actually tried to comfort me while still saying I was a failure! Nice. Real nice.
