Patience And Its Price

I am a 25-year-old boy. It's about family relationships, my father and my grandmother (my father's mother). My parents are divorced. My father is hardly present in my conscious life. For as long as I can remember, he has always been somewhere, and when he returned I received slaps, fights and reproaches. I grew up under the care of my grandmother, who raised me with a lot of love and dedication. Over the years, I managed everything on my own. My father was gone, neither on my first day of school nor on my last (prom). I enrolled in all kinds of courses, met and interacted with many people. So before I finished 12th grade, I became a well-recognized person in society, highly valued and respected by people who knew me, a professional in work and education. At the time, I thought that everything I did, I did so that I could get the much-desired approval from my father. But not. At each of my personal or professional successes, I was reproached for having high self-esteem and an ego without coverage. I was selfish in his eyes. He was constantly suppressing me. After 12th grade, I wanted to go to a specific university. I was flatly denied, instead of being supported. Then I opposed for the first time and said that I would apply for another, but only in it, instead of releasing documents in 5-6 units. My diploma was strong and I knew I would be 100% accepted. I did it in vain because my father killed my desire to follow my dream. Since then, the war between me and my father began. At one point I wanted to go on a brigade to the United States. I did not want money from the family, I paid for it myself, I wanted support, and I received reproaches and 24-hour telephone harassment for several months before my departure. I totally broke up with my father, a few days after his birthday. Throughout the summer, while I was on a brigade, he did not call me once. Offended by the fact that he didn't do it, I didn't congratulate him on the holiday. After 3-4 days he wrote me ironic thanks for not congratulating him on the holiday. I totally screamed and wrote him a long letter, including 10 points in which he failed as a father. At the end of the letter, I told him that it was a silent letter to me and that I stopped communicating with him. During all the years (seven) while I was in the unit I took care, sometimes from a distance, sometimes on the spot for my grandmother. I taught her to use social media, YouTube and a bunch of other things. She was a constant observer of the war between me and my father, and she was between a rock and a hard place. However, he always said that I should listen to my father and he never defended my position. For 7 years I asked her many times to go and do full research, because health is wrong. She was always making excuses, and many times I caught her by chance because she was hiding important things from me. She has played theater in front of me many times to blame me, and in the last two years I have been reproached for not understanding anything. When I want to talk about money or her health, I get the answer that she doesn't want to at this very moment, she avoids these topics and, even the tetra begins, that she raises high blood pressure to blame me. So far, we have never had a conversation in which she does not get angry and scream. After seven years of effort, I finally raised my hands and refused to communicate with her. I also told her that everything has its limits. I also told her that I was a full member of the family. But since neither my opinion is respected in this family, nor does she want us to sit down and talk like normal people, he has nothing more to say to himself and do whatever he wants. I told her that both she and my father had insulted me enough and that it would be best for them and for me not to see each other again. A few days later I packed my bags. It wasn't a roar, it wasn't a seizure theater, it wasn't a blood test. I got in the car. I went, took my girlfriend and she and I went on vacation. Along the way, I had about 50 missed by both my father and my grandmother. Then I read a message from my father that I was a traitor, and from my grandmother, Chi, he ironically thanked me for going to the emergency room because of me. My girlfriend and I turned off our phones and separated from the rest of the world. After all this, I rarely communicate with them enough to make sure they are alive and well. A few days later I packed my bags. It wasn't a roar, it wasn't a seizure theater, it wasn't a blood test. I got in the car. I went, took my girlfriend and she and I went on vacation. Along the way, I had about 50 missed by both my father and my grandmother. Then I read a message from my father that I was a traitor, and from my grandmother, Chi, he ironically thanked me for going to the emergency room because of me. My girlfriend and I turned off our phones and separated from the rest of the world. After all this, I rarely communicate with them enough to make sure they are alive and well. A few days later I packed my bags. It wasn't a roar, it wasn't a seizure theater, it wasn't a blood test. I got in the car. I went, took my girlfriend and she and I went on vacation. Along the way, I had about 50 missed by both my father and my grandmother. Then I read a message from my father that I was a traitor, and from my grandmother, Chi ironically thanked me that they went to the emergency room because of me. My girlfriend and I turned off our phones and separated from the rest of the world. After all this, I rarely communicate with them enough to make sure they are alive and well. Chi ironically thanked me for going to the emergency room because of me. My girlfriend and I turned off our phones and separated from the rest of the world. After all this, I rarely communicate with them enough to make sure they are alive and well. Chi ironically thanked me for going to the emergency room because of me. My girlfriend and I turned off our phones and separated from the rest of the world. After all this, I rarely communicate with them enough to make sure they are alive and well.