Here's my photo of a much-too-sweet banana bread that I won't be making again.
Today as I was making this banana bread, I suddenly recalled something that happened years ago. It was a Saturday and I had just removed a tray of freshly baked mini banana muffins from the oven. When I offered them to my dad, he smiled coldly and pushed them away without uttering a word. “But why?” I remember asking but he refused to speak. He never touched that tray of muffins. A cold shoulder was his way of telling me, “I’m mad about something you said/did. Now go reflect.”
I get that a lot from my dad. I’m expected to figure out what his problem with me was without him actually telling me what it was.
He is in a nursing home now but some days my mind involuntarily plays back all the heartache, emotional blackmail, and endless mental abuse that he inflicted upon me for over 30 years. On such days, I fall short on happiness.
Today is such a day.

