- Sep 24
- 3 min read

Everyone has been there: you say something accurate and practical, be it concern or advice, and the recipient of said concern or advice doesn't listen, is dismissive, and/or outright ignores it.
Then, at some point down the road, you are proven correct. The urge to say "I told you so" is so strong you're compelled to say it, if for no other reason than the satisfaction of them knowing you were absolutely correct and throwing that back in their disbelieving face.
There are times however, when you, yours and, frankly everybody, is in the shit so deep, the "I told you so" just makes everything worse.
Back in early February 2025, I had lunch with my dad. He asked how I was doing and I was honest: worried, stressed out, and downright scared of what Dear Leader was going to do to our country (based on the steps he'd already taken).
He responded by telling me I was blowing things out of proportion, worrying about things that wouldn't happen because USA is a democracy with checks and balances, and Dear Leader wasn't as villainous as I was making him out to be. His exact words were: "You're working yourself up for no reason. This, too, shall pass."
I responded angrily, "Like the fall of the Weimar Republic, WWII, and the Holocaust passed?"
Pause: "You're being over dramatic."
He dismissed and disregarded every single thing I said, trivialized my feelings, and told me I was worried over nothing.
Flash forward to last week. I was going on travel to Illinois to visit some friends and my dad's older brother's family. I let him know I'd see Uncle and Dad said to me: "Just be careful. It's not safe out there (meaning the country) anymore."
"Oh, so you mean the fascist fucking dictatorship we're under?"
He grudgingly replied, "It's getting there. Things are really not good."
"LOL. Dad, we're not 'getting there;' we're already in it."
He says, "Well, you're not wrong."
This, of course, translates to "you were right all along," only he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Ah ha! There's that glorious vindication I was looking for!
I thought for a solid minute whether or not to say, "I told you so, back in February, at lunch that one day." It was on my lips, but I found myself unable to speak the words.
I've always had a complicated relationship with my father. He's never been able to connect with me in any emotional, meaningful way. My thoughts, ideas, desires, dreams... none of them were "good enough."
I couldn't major in theatre because I wouldn't be able to get a "good job." My ADHD was "all in my head," as in a made-up diagnosis. Same with the Bipolar Disorder; "well, you seem fine to me..." until it got so bad that even he could not ignore it.
Here is my dad, over FaceTime, unable to say, "You were right all along," because that would be giving me credit for seeing what he failed to; for staring the truth of the situation in the face and not putting my head in the sand, saying, "it can't happen here; it can't happen to me."
Looking at his face as he said, "Well, you're not wrong," made my blood sing with exultation because he finally, finally understood why I was so fearful all these past months, and the "I told you so!" was right there, waiting for me to spit it out, but...
He looked absolutely devastated. I was devastated. I've been devastated since the start, but he looked just desolate in the knowledge that he was so unequivocally wrong about it all, I couldn't bring myself to actually say it.
There was nothing I would gain from it other than making him feel even worse, and while I would have been justified in doing so, I did not want to punish him for it. He learned the hard way that "the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave" has become a cesspool of capitalistic greed and hatred, led by a despotic maniac determined to become a king.
Dad had already (sort of) said I was right; so what would saying, "I told you so," accomplish? Just more pain and misery. After all, I AM right in everything I've said over the last eight months, but reveling in my rightness wouldn't make me feel better; it would just make me feel like Dear Leader, kicking shit into his opponents' faces when they've just come to the horrible realization that they are now reaping what they've sown.
So I just said, "I'm sorry that it's come to this, and that it's only going to get worse from here."
All he could do was nod and say, "I love you."
And I sincerely replied, "I love you too."