Memories of Matthew

It has been a while since I’ve had any time to write. I have been living between John and Mikes’ homes. Things got real sour between my father and I. A couple of days back, we got into the same usual fight that seems to occur everyday, him saying that I have been staying out too much and that I am losing control of my life. It is easy for him to say because he has no clue how it truly feels to be in my position. On top of everything, all he ever says to me is how important it is to have God in my heart and in my life. This is the exact kind of shit I really do not want to hear. It has gotten so repetitive that I ended up losing my nerve in front of him. This time the fight got out of hand.

I ended up cursing him out and saying some rather disturbing words about God. Definitely wasn’t a smart thing to do because right away he threw me out of the house. It got to the point that I honestly do not even care anymore. I spent the days just hanging out. After the few days away from the house, John and I had a long talk. He basically told me it would be best to go back home, and in a way he was right. So I came home earlier today and apologized to my father. He didn’t really say anything, but at least he let me back in the house.

It really bothers me that he’s such a religious freak. He is always trying to push his beliefs on me. I understand where he is coming from, and I respect his views, but I feel like he is so brainwashed there is no talking or convincing him. It is like I never get the chance to have my peace.