forgive my father

I went home on November 1st to pack up my room so he would be free to do what he wanted with the house, and he was such a jerk to me. He barely said hi, stayed with Grandpa to ‘supervise’ my actions the entire time I was in the house (like he didnt event trust me), came up to ask me to ‘hurry up and leave’ at least three times (because he had better things to be doing with his time), and refused to let mom take John’s TV to the apartment when we tried to bring it there. He was cold, formal, and only talked to me about how much the house needs to be redone and his upcoming shows with Franklin Footlights. I was told that he was in the next room one of the times that I broke down sobbing in my friend’s arms. I wonder what was going through his head. I wish that he would have shown me that he cared.