Rejected

She had that growing conviction that he had stopped listening to her. She would talk to him and he would only pretend to be listening. She could not really say why. It was a situation that had taken years to come to.  There was a time when her opinion mattered to him, when he took heed of her suggestions, or so she thought, the good old days when that kind of father figure was still far from the current privileged status he had reached. She had just been substituted by somebody else who now fully deserved his attention. She would talk to him and he would nod and would make conversation, but her views and suggestions would rarely be considered. She tried hard to remain unaffected by this, for the sake of her balance and confidence and moved by an overwhelming need to propose something worthy of his consideration, she tried with a great deal of effort not to be influenced by his systematic rejection, but she just could not.