I Will Not Expect Anything From My Ungrateful Father Novels & Stories

And I didn’t fight it this time. I welcomed it , like an old friend. Because maybe I deserve it. Maybe someone as ugly as me doesn’t deserve to live. Father’s words echo in my head one last time. “No one will ever love a face like yours.” And he was right. No one ever did. No one ever will.

"You always say that as though you're doing something big." He let out a cold laugh. "When in reality, you're doing nothing." "I didn't raise you to become a loser, Vaeldric." There was restrained anger beneath Father's deep voice. Perhaps his expectations had always been too high. Or perhaps I had simply never been enough to be his son. "Starting today." His voice grew firmer. "Stop behaving like a child who expects everyone else to understand what's inside his head." He turned to face me. "Make a decision."

The memo read, "If it's not enough, just tell me. Don't go without." I stared at those words, and the tears came flooding out. This was the father I'd spent 18 years hating? I wiped my eyes and, still shaking, opened a different text thread. I took a deep breath and typed out a message. "Mom, I need money urgently. Can you ask Dad for me again?" Her reply came as fast as it always did. "You know what your father's like. He's not going to give you anything, Sawyer. You need to learn to handle things on your own.

Whenever he tried to get me to something, which was something I certainly didn’t want to do, he would begin to tell me about how ungrateful I was. “I try my best for you as a father. You ought to be grateful, Carmen. Some people out there don’t have anyone who loves them or takes care of them. I could have easily abandoned you after your mum passed, but I didn’t. Shouldn’t that count for something? Why can’t you reward me with obedience for once?” Those were his exact words all the damn time, so much so that I had almost memorized them, and when he came with that card, I always fell for it, until the last time when I decided that that would be my last straw.

His anger is the only thing I never expect to receive at any time in my life. "And I'm glad he did. I can't believe you did that! I was dumbfounded and…" he sighs heavily. I peer up at him and cannot help but feel tears brimming my eyes. I never meant to hurt him like that. I try my best not to do anything that would embarrass my father but today Mr. Taylor did not miss pressing my last button of patience. I felt so done with him and I wanted to do more than what I did. He should thank me that I did not pounce on him, but here, that ungrateful man was snitching on me.

She croaked, tears welling in her eyes. I rolled my eyes, “Aren't you tired? Putting on a show each time to gain favor?” Then, I shrugged, “Well, I don't have anything to say. Only a dumb man like my Father will believe your stupid acts.” My Father scoffed, “It seems you want to remain with that man forever, then I will satisfy your wish. I will not pay off the debts.” He declared, and I fell silent. Earlier, I had entered with a heart full of hope and expectation, completely forgetting the kind of person my Father was. Now that my hope has been dashed, what remained was numbness.

"You're ungrateful, son. Do you know that? All your father has ever done for you is try to put you in the limelight and make sure that things are easy for you. Why can't you do the same for him?" I shrugged, then chuckled drily. It wasn't funny, but I was going to laugh. Wasn't it his duty to care for me? Why was everybody saying I owed him something all of a sudden? I owed him nothing. "I owe him nothing, mum. Nothing at all. Tell him that, and tell him I won't be a part of this election. I won't and will never be...." The news came on, and I had to increase the volume because of the headline.

"I am done pretending everything is fine. I am done trying to be perfect. I am done living my life for you." "You ungrateful—" "Ungrateful?" I laughed bitterly. "For what? For the pressure? For the expectations? For never being good enough no matter how hard I try?" I turned toward the door. "Where do you think you are going?" my father demanded. "Anywhere but here," I said. "You walk out that door, and you are done," my father threatened. "No more car. No more allowance. No more hockey." I paused with my hand on the doorknob.

No beginning. I just came to be the way I am. Hungry… Hungry for more of the heaven my father showed me. So how dare he? How dare anyone accord my growth… my passion… my love… How dare anyone give credit for that to my father?! The same fucker who gave me a taste of heaven and suddenly stopped because he “Wanted to change”. I had so many plans for the fucker. Plans Sal ruined the moment he killed him. But it’s okay. I forgive him. What I won’t forgive is anyone giving the glory of my passion… To that failure, I called a father. A bastard without the heart to see what he started through to the end.

Unknown I stood before my father with my head bent, I know right now he's so disappointed in me for failing the simple mission that he gave to me, and I'm so disappointed in myself too because my father had so much faith in me and I just let him down “You intentionally saved him right?” “No father I did everything you asked me to do” “Bullshit son, bullshit!” My father slammed on the table fuming in anger