I haven't talked to my dad since I left Austin on Monday.
I said, "how do you know I've been sick? I put it Facebook but you don't get on Facebook...."
He said, "No, I don't go on there but I get these updates in my email and...."
Oh my gosh! My dad knew what was going on with me!!! And from Facebook, no less.
Do you know how long I have been telling my father that if he wants to know what's going on with me, he should check Facebook? The amount of energy I have expended trying to get this man to pay attention to me and to see me as I think I really am, if I had today, would prevent me from ever getting sick again.
The most ironic part is that before I went to Austin I had totally, finally, utterly given up and accepted my parents exactly how they are. I let go of expectations of how they should be and what their love for me should look like and how they should behave.
You know God is up there laughing.
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Then... |
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and now! |
LOVE <3
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