You sit in your bedroom, tears streaming down your cheeks as you are overcome, but a sick and unfamiliar feeling swirling in your gut like curdled milk and a tightness in your chest.
Your dad had just wanted to hang out with you, he just wanted to have a nice moment between you two, and so he'd booked tickets to see a musical knowing you loved them despite the fact he wasn't fond of them, and yet it had ended in an argument. I mean, sure, he'd done a few wrong things but not enough to warrant such a big argument between you two. It hurt. You loved him so much, yet you could feel yourself slowly slipping away from him.
You knew he was probably just sitting alone in his room as well, too scared to cry due to the fact he grew up in a household that didn't reward emotion. Your heart aches. You just want him to understand you, but at the same time, you knew you needed to understand him.