sorrow, part II, or love in the present tense.

I feel betrayed.  Not by my father, but by my feelings and my lack of understanding why people act the way that they do, think the way that they do...I have realized that Men talk about what they do, and women talk about what they feel.  I don't understand why I can't talk about my feelings about things without my husband having to "one-up" me; tell me what he does. I don't care.

I really miss my father.  I think it is finally coming to a head for me.  I've been crying for a few days and this is how I feel.  It is currently coloring everything in my life.  I don't want to feel this way.  AT ALL.  I love my father.  I love my father. I love my father.  I don't every want to put love in the past tense.