Troy has started to call me by my first name. I’m not sure what prompted this, but he must have heard my wife call me that, and so he thought it would be fun too. It’s not. It irritates me to no end. At first I would try to correct him, telling him that I’m “Dada.” Now, I refuse to acknowledge and answer him.
I know he doesn’t truly understand, but I find it disrespectful. And the weird thing is that I’m the only person that he does that to. He still calls my wife “Mama,” and his grandmothers “Yiayia” and “Gammy.” He still calls my brothers “Uncle Ka” and “Uncle Tis.” It’s only me. I don’t know why I’m always singled out by Troy to receive the worst treatment. If someone is going to get slapped, kicked, pushed, told to walk away, or called by his name instead of a loving moniker; it’s going to be me. I don’t know if I’m targeted or just “lucky,” but it hurts either way.
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