Here's 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 some years ago. It was a Saturday and I had baked a batch of cute little mini banana muffins. When I offered them to my dad, he smiled coldly and pushed them away without so much as a word. "But why?" I remember asking but he refused to speak.
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 my mind involuntarily plays back all the heartache, emotional blackmail, and mental abuse that he inflicted upon me for over 30 years. On such days, I fall short on happiness.
Today is such a day.
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