“oh, I’m sorry. I believe I passed out right before the actual conversation, we’ll talk next time big guy”

Well I’m sorry father, if you have the righteous impression of me that I’m only coming to you when I’m in need of you and not on a daily basis  but here I am, in crisis
But don’t you worry, father, you’re not summoned to fix anything, this time…
No no no
For once I’m handling my shit!…, apologies…
For once I’m talking and not keeping everything inside, not lashing out, not yelling out things that sound like vowels but aren’t really…, not hurting my beloved ones, not having to apologize, a thing I vaguely make to look like begging because I desperately need them, after the established hurting

But! I’m screwing things up, father
So, here goes