"You're finally going?" the mother asked. "After so many years, you've finally grown up." She was almost in tears. "Yeah. Time to finally start my own life. To chase my dream. And with all those college degrees under my belt, there's no stopping me now!" "Goodbye, son." The mother hugged her boy for the last time. "You'll always be special to me." "And I love you too mom," he said giving her a tight embrace. After the man broke the hug, the father spread his arms out, expecting the same affection. But the man just stared at him with a stony glare. "You wanted me out of this house. You've been constantly preaching hypocrisy for me to stride to be better. You've nagged me, annoyed me, acted immature. You've constantly thrown all your own problems my way because you were too cowardly to deal with them. You've let yourself go and I ironically ended up worse off. And you expect me to thank you?" The father's smile faded as the man turned his back. "Thanks...for nothing...jerk." And with that, the man got into his packed car and drove off down the road. (Sorry, I've just gotten back from a fight with my father. I'm in a bad mood and I just needed to let off some steam by the only way I know how. I know it's short, but I wanted to write this while I'm still in the moment. )
Oh wow, DF.. You wrote it really well, but Gawd, I hope it's not based on something that actually happened or something. Becuase that would suck. Good job.
Strong, very very strong You can't just be the guy who starts a slow clap I forget what movie that quote is from BUT STILL good job.
Um...this wasn't meant to be the start of a story. My dad was really ticking me off so much that I imagined this scenario happening in the near future. I know it's bad to think of even doing that to him, but that's how I felt. Anger, animosity, rage. Yeah, there's a berserker in my heart that I've been supressing since childhood. And people really don't want to meet me face to face and cause me to snap... Thanks for the enthusiasm, though. :sweat:
