*Tw:Mentions of Homophobia*
Felix Pov
"Dad could we possibly not talk about your co-worker?", I kindly ask my dad, I really don't want to hear his complaints about his gay colleague.
I love my dad, I really do but it's times like these I really don't want to have such conversation, that would not only make me uncomfortable but will make me hurt.
"Why not? It's not like I'm hurting anyone. Besides what he is, is absolutely disgusting." My dad says with irration as I just sit and listen to the unpleasant topic.
"Working with such a person is absolutely a disgrace. Why couldn't he just find a job at a gay strip club or something?" He complains,"It's not like he does anything productive in the company. The only thing he is ever good at is just being a good for nothing fag." My dad scoffs as he takes a sip of his drink and slams it on the table.
My mom had notice my discomfort as I just sat there listening to my dad talk horribly about his colleague, before she could change the topic my dad began to speak once again.
"God created men and women for a reason. To love each other and bare children but no stupid fags in this world had to make thier own rules and start dating thier own gender. It's absolutely disgusting and shameful." He speaks a lot more upsetly.
"I get what you saying dad but it's not a crime for people to fall in love even with the same gender and we shouldn't judge-" I try to reason but then get cut off by my dad as he scoffs.
"That's absolutely bullshit!", he yells. "Men and men, or female and female aren't supposed to love each other. It's just incredibly wrong."
"They two deserve to find love, it might be wrong but you have no right to judge them." I protest and this just makes my dad pissed.
"Those things don't deserve love, why the hell are you supporting such nonsense like these?! Don't tell me you are one of them!" He yells and I just keep quiet.
"Yah answer me when I'm talking to you!"He yells as he slams his fist onto the table startling me.
"TELL ME SON, ARE YOU SLUT LIKE THOSE FAGS HUH?! ARE YOU OPENING YOUR LEGS FOR MEN NOW HUH!!" He yells angrily and I just shake my head no.
I could've just said right then but the possibilities of what my dad would say to me would hurt me till the day I die.
"If you're not one of those unruly creature's then don't take their side's. Don't support such nonsense and become a disappointment to the family and society itself." He says in a stern tone and I just simply nod.
With that we continued to eat supper as the silence surrounds the table.
After dinner I helped my mom clean up the dining table and wash the dishes. After that I head up stairs to my room and just flopped onto my bed.
I sigh as I look up at my ceiling and just let my thoughts consume me for a while.
I really wish my dad would just not speak about it, sure be homophobic that's your choice but keep your words to yourself.
It's time's like these I really don't like being around my dad. He really makes me feel terrible about myself.
If I'm being honest his words really cut me like a knife. Probably one of the reason's why I suffer from depression.
I'm not trying to blame my dad for my sadness but he is somewhat included.
After some hours of just laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling I notice it's past midnight.
