I hate asking my father to do anything for me. He just has a knack for making me feel like I’m not worth his time or effort, or for that matter, his gas money. 

Over the past few days, what I thought were allergies became tonsillitis. My tonsils are so swollen, it feels like I could almost swallow them. I can joke about it all I want, but today I could barely talk, and I was scared and frustrated, so I made a doctor’s appointment. 

I don’t drive—well, I can drive, I just don’t have my license—so I was forced to ask for help to get me to the doctor. My mother was at work, and my grandmother had her own doctor’s appointment. My best friend offered to take me but she doesn’t need to take the risk of getting sick when she has finals and college graduation to worry about. I had no choice other than to turn to my father.

He huffed, and he puffed, and would have blown the whole world down. He asked where everyone else in the house was, and when he was told, he sighed in what seemed like defeat before he agreed to come and take me.
Then, he refused to come inside the office with me even though I can barely muster words, and asked me to “not take too long”.  

Even afterwards, when we were going to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription (penicillin pills 4x daily for 10 days), he just complained about his family, more specifically his father. To those that don’t know, my grandmother (his mother) passed away almost two months ago; I wouldn’t be the most cheerful of people if my significant other passed away not so long ago.
“I will never do another favor for that bastard again.”

I wonder if he would appreciate it if I said the same thing to him one day as well.