Father's day dinner is tonight

I need to make a father's day card, and I don't know what to put in it.

Last Thursday I had dinner with mum, during which we had a convenient re-cap of the history between her and dad. The story of their lives together then, but this time in a little more detail than before, just as the last time. This genre of dialogue always leaves my mother in tears, and I'll be moody for a while after as well. Likewise with my dad, although he is not one to cry as much as one who turns angry.

It's father's day today and I don't know what to write in my card, nor do I have the energy to make one. All the atrocities committed that I am usually able to stow away in the lesser viewed galleries of my brain are now in full view, vivid before me.

It wasn't too long ago when I would often lament to myself about how I was never going to be as great a man as my father. Today I wonder if I ever want to be like him at all.

This is probably exacerbated by the last week not having passed very well.

Linda has been under my skin. I never really know what she is really on about.

Now it seems its about my deep-rooted psychological issues. Yes, I have tons.

Watch out.