Comments on Daily Struggles of an 81-Year-Old and His Daughter Articles Ripped Me to Pieces

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I’m a peaceful person and don’t want any negativity to affect me.I reread my articles to understand what I could have written that sparked such a reaction from some people. Frankly, I don’t think they even read the article completely or correctly. Needless to say, Dad was livid with the comments.First, my father is aware of the articles written. Of course, I read them to him and asked if it was okay for me to write and publish them. My dad’s reaction was of joy. He laughed at each article and even added a few things I had forgotten about! Plus, his eyes gleamed with happiness when I asked him if it was okay for me to publish them.“Of course you can publish them,” he responded.“Thank you, Dad,” I replied.“Well, will I become famous?” he asked.“I don’t think so,” I replied while laughing.“Then, what’s the use?” he responded.Still, until today, I laugh at his occurrences, and he laughs with me. Just the other day I overheard a conversation he had with his friend where he told him that his daughter (me) was getting ready to FedEx hi

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s ass back to Puerto Rico because he was being stubborn. He was even laughing while he told his friend! I have to admit, that is something I’ve told him a few times.“Dad, I’m going to FedEx your ass back to Puerto Rico if you continue to nag me,” I’d say.We still sit together outside, and he continuously nags me about the dead plant. I think he does it on purpose because he was laughing the other day when he mentioned it to me.He continues to nag my son about drinking cran-apple cocktail juice. “You’re an alcoholic drinking that cocktail shit,” he says.And, he still asks for his glass of wine for dinner even though I tell him he’s becoming an alcoholic like my husband and me. He just laughs.There is no bad karma between us. We talk, joke, and love each other regardless of our disagreements. I’m still perplexed by people’s reactions. As a writer, I know I need to accept criticism and learn what are my limits. I just wish people would not assume what they don’t know. But we all know that’s not possible. We will never please everyone. Oh well, it is what it is.</article></body>

Dad was not happy with the comments

I wrote a few articles regarding my interaction with my 81-year-old father. While in some writing platforms it went rather well, in another it did not. Some comments were horrific. They shredded me to pieces. They bombarded me with accusations of being an inconsiderate, ungrateful, and spiteful daughter who does not appreciate her father. I ignored the comments since no one knows what goes on behind my closed doors, but I ended up deleting the articles to avoid any further commenting. I’m a peaceful person and don’t want any negativity to affect me.

I reread my articles to understand what I could have written that sparked such a reaction from some people. Frankly, I don’t think they even read the article completely or correctly. Needless to say, Dad was livid with the comments.

First, my father is aware of the articles written. Of course, I read them to him and asked if it was okay for me to write and publish them. My dad’s reaction was of joy. He laughed at each article and even added a few things I had forgotten about! Plus, his eyes gleamed with happiness when I asked him if it was okay for me to publish them.

“Of course you can publish them,” he responded.

“Thank you, Dad,” I replied.

“Well, will I become famous?” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” I replied while laughing.

“Then, what’s the use?” he responded.

Still, until today, I laugh at his occurrences, and he laughs with me. Just the other day I overheard a conversation he had with his friend where he told him that his daughter (me) was getting ready to FedEx his ass back to Puerto Rico because he was being stubborn. He was even laughing while he told his friend! I have to admit, that is something I’ve told him a few times.

“Dad, I’m going to FedEx your ass back to Puerto Rico if you continue to nag me,” I’d say.

We still sit together outside, and he continuously nags me about the dead plant. I think he does it on purpose because he was laughing the other day when he mentioned it to me.

He continues to nag my son about drinking cran-apple cocktail juice. “You’re an alcoholic drinking that cocktail shit,” he says.

And, he still asks for his glass of wine for dinner even though I tell him he’s becoming an alcoholic like my husband and me. He just laughs.

There is no bad karma between us. We talk, joke, and love each other regardless of our disagreements. I’m still perplexed by people’s reactions. As a writer, I know I need to accept criticism and learn what are my limits. I just wish people would not assume what they don’t know. But we all know that’s not possible. We will never please everyone. Oh well, it is what it is.