My father came from nothing, and makes a point to bring it up whenever he can because it’s always there on the tip of his mind. He spends every free hour working because if he doesn’t, he’s worried he’s going to go back to being nothing. He worries he’s taking up space if he’s not producing results, and so he takes up as much space as he can with his computers, work stations that he can use to jump from one dream to another. Somehow he makes it all work. When I was little, I was never allowed to watch Saturday morning cartoons, because Saturday mornings were for chores, and after the chores, more work. I was raised to believe that if I wasn’t busy doing something valuable, I was wasting space. It’s not his fault. It’s just the way he was raised by an absent father and a workaholic mother. I guess we all grow up to be our parents. My father is the strongest man I know. He would give everything for his family, work until his fingers bled, because he believes that his productivity is how he shows others that he loves them. He doesn’t know we would love him even if he wasn’t a workaholic like his single mother. There is insecurity behind his endless timesheet. And I am his daughter. I will grow up to be the same type of achiever. And if I ever have a daughter, she will see me buried in my work and think that’s what love looks like. What others don’t understand is that this compulsion to work without rest is not a choice. It’s just how we were raised. I am his daughter, and he will forever be loved.Kat
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I’m a lover of old books, lofi chillwave, banana ice cream, retro fashion, and anything horror. Morticia Addams is my role model.
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