The Things You Let Come Out of Your Mouth Can Have a Way of Haunting You

“I hope you get sick and die” are those words for me.

As I sit here, I anguish at the fact that I allowed myself in a fit of rage and defense to hurl those words at my dad. Granted, the incident of which these words were said occurred about 15 years ago, when I was about 16 or so, nevertheless, the memory still eats me alive when it randomly intrudes my head. Like it did this morning.