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

“Fine, fine. I’ll tell you.” “It was my mother’s birthday yesterday and I didn’t call her. Honestly, I didn’t remember at all. You know, being an amnesiac and all? So, my father called me this evening and chewed my head off. He kept saying how my mother was expecting my call and to see me but I couldn’t be bothered. He was angry that I forgot about all of them after everything they did for me. I was accused of being ungrateful and I blurted out that I wished I had died instead of being this way before ending the call,” he explained in detail as he cast his eyes down.

I was in a state of disbelief, my eyes budging out in shock. I was literally frozen in shock, my speech robbed off me as I was trying to process what just happened. "Not another word from you this ungrateful pauper" father grimaced. I was rigid, my eyes downcasted whilst shivers slithered down my spine. "How dare you speak about my son in such manner? We picked you up from the gutters and welcomed you as part of our home yet you go ahead to do this really? You are such a disgrace" father thundered at me before shoving me off his path.

“He already knows how much of an ungrateful daughter you are.” The word hit. Ungrateful. Again. Like she hadn’t said it enough times for it to settle permanently in my bones. I stared at her. Something inside me tightened. Then cracked. “Mum…” my voice trembled but not with weakness. With disbelief. “Did you just call me ungrateful?” My chest rose sharply. Tears filled my eyes but I didn’t stop them. Not this time. “You blamed me for years,” I continued, my voice breaking now. “For dad leaving.”

That was exactly the feeling of excitement, spreading throughout her heart. "After my sister passed away, all responsibilities were handed over to me. My father was never proud of me. I want to fulfill his wishes but I don't think I can meet the expectations he wants me to. The things he wants from me are things that cannot make me happy, they are things that I cannot do on my own. I know I'm a useless child. Our relationship has always had cracks, but now my father's life is gradually shortening."

She yawns and hisses in pain. "I'm sorry I failed so much, her voice is groggy as she starts to drift off, mom was right I should of died when I was born ",she is out and anger fills me. Both have no love or concerns for their own child. I sit again watching her and I pull out my cell to make calls long overdue. My father is on his own from here on out. "I'm done old man you want revenge get it yourself ",he snarls at me. "you owe me boy",he really believes that.

"You have been nothing but trouble since the day you were born." "I know, father," I choked out, the words sticking in my throat like bile. "I should have been the one..." "It should have been you," he interrupted, his voice cold and unforgiving. "You are a disappointment, Dante. A failure." Tears stung my eyes as I struggled to hold them back. "I know," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. "I wish it had been me instead of Mama." He regarded me with a mixture of disgust and disappointment. "You always were selfish," he spat. "Thinking only of yourself."

After everything my father has said to me, he now has the audacity to complain about my newfound emotions? “Isn’t this what you wanted for me?” I snap at him. I clench my fists and stand up, towering over him. “My whole life, you’ve called me a monster. You’ve resented me for my coldness. Now that I’ve changed, you call me a disappointment? What do you want with me?” My father sighs. He looks up at me, but doesn’t stand up to meet me at my level. Instead, he pushes his glasses up his nose and meets my gaze, staring at me without a shred of paternal affection.

“Father, give the order for his arrest. I will rally enough guards, fighters, and go to his manor and—” “You don’t need my permission for anything anymore, son,” he interjects. “I was a stubborn man, maybe even a horrible father, fixated on my desires until the end. Until it cost me my mate and my family, until it was too late. She was right to be disappointed in me. And you’re right to hate the kind of man I am. I saw you try, yet somehow, I blamed you for her coma. I found you undeserving of the life you lived so wildly. Father of the year, right?” He nearly chuckles. “I deserve her death, and now there’s nothing left worth living for.”

“Maybe I want my own life.” The words hang In the air like fire. My father’s eyes widen, then narrow into slits. He looks at me as if I’ve stabbed him. “You ungrateful boy,” he growls. “Everything you are comes from me. Without me, you are nothing.” “Then I’d rather be nothing than live like this.” For a moment, there’s nothing but silence. My mother gasps. My father’s face goes pale with rage. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” he hisses. “You don’t understand the cost of freedom. You think this… this Micah will save you? He will ruin you. He will ruin us.”