No Hello, Petty Me

" I hate that bitch!"
" Oh grow up, stop being petty and just say hi," My dad growled pushing me into the apartment.
" Hey you two!" he spoke to my father and I. I loved him. I wanted him happy. But what about my happiness? I wasn't happy. Was it at the cost of his? I hugged him as his eyes glanced over to his wife begging me to speak first. I hated being phony. I hated that he expected me to be phony. Doesn't he value my honest feelings over keeping the peace with fabricated feelings and hellos? I would never deny his feelings, Id embrace them, confront them, and make things right the best I could. " If you cared about his happiness, you'd just shut up and be polite," I thought to my myself. " But he if cared about my happiness he wouldn't ask me to suppress my negative  thoughts and feelings that were bottling up. Care about his happiness? How could he be happy when I am not?
"Hello," I mumbled.