Respect

This is seriously one powerful word, if you ask me.

But how far can this word go when the person you still respect do something that will make you doubt if it was still the right thing to do?

I'm a courteous person. I was raised that way even though honestly, at times, I could feel that that person wasn't someone deserving to have or receive such admiration. But I think I would be called a bad or even a terrible person if the person I was talking about in which I'm slowly losing respect to was my father.

How is it that pride was even invented or was let out on this world? Honestly, I really don't want to say anything bad about my father. Not just him but to my mom, as well, as they were both in the wrong here. But do they really have to be such children?

I don't know what to think anymore after that phone call from my dad. I don't usually talk back to him even when I really want to burst out. But this time, it's completely different since he didn't even let my sister finish her explanation before ranting and blaming my mother again for something. I know they have issues together.

But hey, can't you just move on and get on with it? It's been years, people! Seriously!

I'm not going to burst out. I think I'll just let this pass. But I don't think the result of this will come out quite easily. Should I hide and become a hermit and meditate, perhaps? Honestly, my mind's a mess right now.

Maybe I should just watch some videos on Youtube just to ease this. Or read.

I don't know. Seriously, I can't even think properly! Aaahhhh!!!!