Chapter 1: The Weight of Resentment

This narrative begins with my father, a man I had loathed for three decades, revealing that he, too, was merely a human striving to navigate life. It’s a poignant story about self-discovery, and I feel compelled to share it.

I find myself at 38, still unmarried, having traversed through a multitude of failed romantic endeavors. At 30, I changed jobs and moved back in with my parents and younger brother, totaling six family members under one roof. Initially, I believed this was my desired scenario. After spending years in a boarding school from my teenage years, I longed for home, especially to nurture my close relationship with my mother.

However, living together unveiled the roots of my distress, primarily stemming from my father. Sharing the same space heightened our interactions, exposing his selfishness, inertia, obstinacy, and smoking habit. One day, after attempting to convince him to quit smoking, he erupted, declaring, "This is my home, not yours; it’s none of your business!" From that moment, I chose silence, which persisted for two long years.

These years marked the bleakest chapter of my life. Despite my efforts—reading self-help books and confiding in friends—nothing provided lasting relief. When desperation hit, I took an unexpected step: I sought psychological counseling.

The counselor warmly offered me a cup of coffee while she sipped plain water. Almost immediately, I broke down in tears, venting my frustrations about my father’s temper, his smoking, and his treatment of my mother. "I despise him; I never wish to speak to him again!" I exclaimed. My mother seemed to be the only good soul in our family, and I focused solely on her.

The counselor listened intently, allowing me to express my confusion and pain. It turned out that crying was liberating. After this catharsis, I felt a bond with the counselor and shared a childhood anecdote to illustrate my affinity with my mom. I would often feign illness just to have her come to my school dormitory, temporarily escaping my father.

My mother often lamented about marrying my father under pressure and expressed disdain for his lack of ambition and social skills. To me, he was a non-entity, contributing little beyond financial support.

Unexpectedly, my counselor assigned me an intriguing task: for a week, I was to write down one positive trait of my father each day. Although hesitant, I complied.

On the first day, I noted his diligence; on the second, his reserved nature; on the third, his ability to hide his sadness; and on the fourth, his patience in the face of my mother's criticisms. Astonishingly, by the fourth day, I found myself speaking to him again—my heart began to soften.

With a fresh perspective, I realized that my father, despite his flaws, was merely human, striving to navigate life. During my next session, I shared this newfound understanding, yet was unsure how to proceed with him. The counselor encouraged me to take my time and suggested discussing familial issues with older relatives to uncover the roots of our dynamics.

After that session, I visited my uncle and grandmother to gain insights into my parents' past. My grandmother recounted that my father was a long-haul truck driver, often alone and taciturn, while my mother possessed a fiery temperament. My uncle recalled heated arguments in my early childhood, where my father remained silent amid my mother's outbursts.

This exploration helped me to gradually approach my father with a new demeanor, treating him as a regular person instead of demanding change.

During another session, I revealed my resentment towards my younger brother, who often yelled at our parents during their quarrels. The counselor gently pointed out, "Your brother uses shouting to establish boundaries, while you allied with your mother against your father, leaving him isolated." Tears filled my eyes as I recognized my father’s solitude and helplessness.

In the entwined relationship between my mother and me, my brother had distanced himself, while my father stood silently, smoke curling around him. Ultimately, he, too, experienced loneliness.

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