Dear  Anita,

Thank you. No it’s not so hard.

You’re right, my father didn’t complain. He often- still does- by means of some anecdotal overcompensations like presents on mother’s day or learning to cook some dish, or doing his own laundry for once, get my mother’s approval.

And whenever there was an argument, if he’s right or wrong, it would always be hum who tried to make peace.

But: he does snore in front of the tv, he’s always late wherever he goes (due to OCD), and he’s very bad at trying to create a good mood (forced small talk). Moreover, anything that involves chores he’s so bad at that he frequently asks instructions.

It does feel like me and my brother were the fruit of a loveless marriage that should have not taken place. Of a mother who wanted  kids (she was already 31 I think) and a father who was just glad someone good-looking picked him (my mother was beautiful when she was younger).