I’m so sick of my dad being obsessed with cars. They’re just all he talks about. He would choose to never see me again over never driving his precious cars again. I know it sounds like an exaggeration but it’s genuinely the truth. He looks after his cars so well, better than he’s ever looked after me, his daughter.
It’s just my dad and I living at home because my mum left us a few years back. I was obviously devastated, but now that I’m getting older I’m wondering if it’s because all my dad talks about is how good his auto mechanic based in Adelaide is or the timeline for his next car service. I love my dad more than anything, but it does get kind of hard to hear after a while.
I really hope that I don’t sound like a bad daughter. I’ve tried to understand his interest in cars. I’ve spent hours driving around with him and sitting with him whilst he repairs them. I even go to the mechanic with him because I know just how much it means. He really just wants to share his love of cars with me but I’ll never love cars as much as he does. If anything, his love of cars makes me like them less.
Last night at dinner I accidentally raised my voice at him. He was talking about the next tyre repair in Adelaide that he’s going to get and I just lost it. I genuinely feel bad. The look on his face was heart-breaking. I said sorry straight away and that I know it’s exciting, but I think I may have done some damage. I hope not. I don’t want to crush his interests and make him less excited to talk about them, I just wish we could talk about other things too.
I’m going to go and apologise to him again.
Catch you next time virtual friends!