Some things have happened that I have put my family at a distance. Somehow I think that this is good for now. I am dealing with unresolved issues. Issues that I thought I had forgiven, but when all this happened it resurfaced. I realized that I had not forgiven, because I refused to forget. So here it is,
Growing up my Dad drank too much. Put my little sister on a pestal and made her a princess. I on the other hand was told how worthless and unloved I was. Some really ugly memories are coming to surface. The worst being the day I got a phone call that 5 of my friends had been in a really bad car accident. While I was getting ready (I was 16 at the time) to go to the hospital my Dad came in (no words of concern for my friends) and asked me if I fed the dog. I responded with a very smart allack "what?"--he then punched me in the face an gave me a bloody nose. Two days later when my sister questioned him about this he said that he was glad he did it because I deserved it. This is the worst memory, but I grew up 24/7 just dreading my Dad. Through it all my Mom either stood by him or added to the hurtful feelings. No support, no direction, no nothing. I will readily agree that I wasn't the easiest teenager, but I can also see what contributed to that.
Now my Dad is a changed man. He still drinks, but very lightly now. He no longer has that same attitude towards me. But he changed, and try as I might, I just can't forgive. Even though I know that both my parents came from dysfunctional families and never had good role models to parent--I can't get past it.
Maybe its because they seemed to pull it out for my sister and not me. Maybe its because I was never loved or nurtured through my most difficult years. I felt abandoned. And because of that I tend to always feel somewhat worthless and shut out anyone who I think could injure me like that.
If anyone has been through this, I would love some insight. How to move on, let the past be the past. How to have a decent realtionship with my family and not wing this in their faces everytime things get tough.
Guess i just need some cheap therapy.
) Before I was 20, she and I probably said the most horrible things to each other that two human beings could say! We even hit each other too on a few occasions! Yes, I was very scarred by that. I've had a lot of therapy (an embarrassing amount!!:eek ). I've had a number of different therapists over the years, but I can say that my most recent therapist has, in many ways, been my "other mother", and my attachment to her is very strong. She has helped me to grow up so much! Most of what remains is dealing with the alcohol issue. (Yuck!)
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