Ironic, isn't it?

I haven't been here for a while. I just redesigned my blog, and read through some of the last posts that I had written here. Aside from the job issues, some of the stuff that I'm dealing with is still the same. Dad is still a big thorn in my side - I read the comments here and they are still relevant. I will never change him. I wish I could just let it go. I wish I could either play the part of the "good daughter" or tell him to go take a hike. I'm stuck in the middle and not happy with any of it. It's taking up too much of my energy and I'm honestly trying to work through it and get to the point of acceptance, but it's not easy. My therapist is convinced that this is where the anxiety is coming from. She's probably right. So if my father just went away then my anxiety would too...wouldn't that be nice. Sad, huh?