"No one will ever love me like that again" and other such unknowns

My dad visited for 10 days. I was already dreading this from the beginning, especially since it was coming on top of a bunch of other recent stressors, and the first few days I was coping really bad. I'd get so frustrated with him inside while trying to play my part on the outside, dealing with his typical self-centered habits as he proclaimed up and down about how he doesn't like to bother people. I cried maybe once. About six days in, I got tired of my mask and got kind of short with him after a long day out together. Following that, he started coming over later in the day, which gave me some mental space to get through my studying. The remaining days fell into a pattern of me waking up earlier than I have in months, studying for a few hours and saying hello to my dad, lying in bed for an hour, getting or scrounging dinner with him, him getting driven back by my sister or her partner, and then proceeding to while away the rest of the hours of my night reading mid romance comics on…