dad and love

I've always known and felt my dad's great love for me, and for the family. Really, my dad's love is the epitome of unconditional love. Yet I feel that sometimes, the nicer he is to me, the more unreasonable I act towards him, as if I take it for granted that no matter how wilful I act and how unruly I am towards him, he'll love me all the same. Take two nights ago as an example, my dad came back from Indo and once again commented on how I always leave the car outside the garage. Well, this is my fault that's true. But I'm also unlucky in the sense that everytime I leave the car out, (which isn't all that often), he happens to see it. Which means that the 5% of the time I do that, he'll be around to witness my mistake. So I got all pissed off and started complaining on how he doesn't trust me with the car etc etc. Bitching and bitching. Poor dad. All he did was to smile and said that he was only making a comment and that there should be communication between father and daughter. I don't know if it's PMS or just me being exceptionally bitchy, I continued getting mad and told him how he was ruining my mood etc etc all the way to the golf range where we were supposed to practice together. Bad bad bitch. I feel so guilty in retrospect for behaving the way I did. Completely unreasonable, out of style, and definitely showed zero of my supposed maturity. No wonder dad still treats me like a child sometimes.

Then it also makes me think, is it true that the more someone loves you, the more you take them for granted; not treating them as nicely as you should. No doubt you claim to love them and care about them and so on. But if you don't show it through your actions, what does it matter how much you claim to love them? Isn't it more important to show it. Love should be associated with patience, understanding and fogiveness. To love someone is to be patient with them; with their actions that might annoy you. Accepting their flaws as part of the whole package.

I love my dad and my mom. Yet I can be so completely impatient towards them. Too much isn't it? Yet sometimes it almost seems like I cannot help behaving the way I do.

Thanks dad, for understanding.