The gift of fear

Yesterday, my father snapped. As I was washing dishes in the kitchen, my husband and I were joking around with each other. To hear him over the running water, he spoke loudly. My father out of the blue yelled: don’t shout at her!!!! To which I said “he’s not shouting!” omg. Naturally of course, my husband reacted and told him not to interfere in our relationship. My father stormed away like a little boy and hours later, informed me that he can’t live with my husband anymore and that we must move out or he says my husband must step down from the throne because there can only be one king. What a piece of work he is!! I told him no one is leaving. He said he will then leave and move back with “his people” in Canada. I told him he has no people. And really, he doesn’t. He’s driven away EVERY SINGLE PERSON who has even remotely cared about him. I didn’t think he would follow that pattern with me as well, but he has. He is a walking self-sabatoging element in life that I have the privilege of dealing with. I would really like to do ho’oponopono on him and really heal that part of me that IS him. And I will. Dr Hu Len, here I come.