Something Special

Maybe I was wrong when I said that my dad hadn’t come to the realization that I am deeply hurt.

Maybe he has. He refused to let me leave my seat until he had finished interrogating me about every minuscule detail of my life. Not one minuscule detail did I give in return, so he surrendered and cleared the table instead.

He knows something is wrong with Ariele and I, though he probably doesn’t know it is more serious than he might anticipate.

He and Ariel both shared a good relationship. A better one I have with him, I would admit.

I had initially been reluctant to bring her home to meet him. I didn’t see how two people, one who was the answer to all my misery, and another who was the main cause of them could possibly get along.

But she was persistent. “You can’t be sure of something until you see it actually happen” she said, and I was persuaded into it.

I was probably more nervous than she on the day of their first dinner together. I had closed him out of my life once I found out that there was no way he was going to support my dreams of becoming a violinist. I don’t need a father who won’t support me, I thought. And our relationship went sour henceforth.

The introduction of Ariele reopened my life to him- something I wasn’t very sure about, but I did it for Ariele. She believed it would somehow mend our relationship, and I wanted to believe her.

I wanted him to like her, I wanted him to approve, but more than anything, I wanted him to be impressed; impressed not only of her, but also of me for being able to do so well on my own.

As always, what she promised, she delivered. Dad loved her and saw it the best thing I’d ever achieved. I could say my relationship with him improved; she was one of his favorite topics, and I was more than willing to chip in my thoughts.

When Ariele left however, I once again closed him out of my world. There’s no reason to talk to him anymore. If anything, he simply makes it worse by reminding me of just how special she is.