Rejected

It is quite apparent now that my son favors my wife. And sometimes the rejection from him hurts more than I can bare. I love him endlessly, but during those moments it doesn’t feel like he loves me back. And it’s at those moments that I feel like I understand God a little better. I long for a relationship with Troy like God longs for a relationship with me. But I guess being a father means that sometimes that relationship is one-sided. I will always love Troy. I just wish that love didn’t have to come with so much rejection and hurt. My wife can't possibly understand how much it hurts to have your son push you away, run away from you, start crying when you come around, or actually tell you to leave. I hope she never does. I sometimes feel like an outside in my own family. They're together, and I'm on the outside looking in.