
I’ve had a rough past two days, but it has nothing to do with Monkey or Tarzan. It has to do with my dad. Surprise, Surprise. I am at my wit’s end right now with what to do. Tomorrow marks eight weeks since my dad has talked to me.
To say that this whole mess doesn’t bother me is an understatement. It bothers me so much, but I just don’t know what to do about the whole situation. I had a breakdown the other day while talking to one of my best friends on the phone. I feel so many different things: sad, angry, hurt, confusion, and the list goes on.
I cannot, for the life of me, understand what would make a father not talk to his daughter for this period of time. I can’t imagine doing this same thing to Monkey, but as Tarzan reminded me, I’m nothing like my dad. I’ve been so hurt for his actions my whole life that I strive to be the very opposite of him. I’ve been successful at that too. But I’m not emotionless.
& I can’t help but take on some of the blame. Maybe if I would have done this differently, or said that differently. But the truth of the matter is that I am an adult & have every right to speak what is on my mind, even if that means my dad not talking to me for two months.
It’s just so sad really. I’m heartbroken. I never thought that I would have family drama & issues at 29 years old.
Not to pat myself on the back, but I am a very good person. I have a very good heart. If I love you, I will do absolutely anything for you. I’m loyal. So if I’m all these great things, how come the one person that should see this doesn’t & won’t talk to me? You should have your parent’s unconditional love.
Your parents are the people that you should be able to go to no matter what. Good times, bad times, times that you need help, etc. How come the love that I strive to have from my dad is non-existent? What did I do that was so bad that he can withhold from having a father/daughter relationship with me? How can he deny me this love that I should have a right to?
It’s such a let-down. A huge disappointment. & I can’t help but desperately wish that things were different.
Obviously this & a lot more has been weighing on my mind for some time now. It’s just not normal to go this long without talking to a son, daughter, dad, or mom. What you don’t know is that I sent my dad an email on October 20th. This Tuesday will mark three weeks & you guessed it, I haven’t heard back from him.
I poured my heart out to him in this email. I said everything that was on my mind & hoped that he would respond, but I think that I expected, deep down, for him not to. & my gut feeling was correct.
I sent the email to all three email addresses that I have & two of them came back undeliverable. I knew that his gmail was still current though – That’s the email that I’ve used in the past.
Of course my mind starts f*cking with me though… Maybe the gmail account is suddenly inactive. Maybe he switched email addresses & deleted that one. And on and on.
Well last night was all the confirmation that I needed. I received an email from his gmail address. It was titled “Sunday”, so I had hope. Maybe, just maybe, he realized how he was hurting me & wanted to get together this Sunday to talk about everything & make it right.
There was so much anticipation as I clicked on the subject of the email so that I could read it & then a ton of disappointment as I started to read:
“Do you guys want to come over on Sunday to watch the game? Starts at 12 noon (right after church).”
REALLY?????
There are so many things wrong with that email. First, there’s the hurt that I sent my email to the correct email address & he chose to ignore all of my feelings. Next, there’s the fact that he added something about church. Yes, he goes to church weekly, but how can he do that when he can’t speak with his own daughter or acknowledge the fact that he hasn’t talked to her in 8 weeks? Then, there just the awe that he would actually send me this kind of email. Like I’m just going to pretend that everything is grand & we will just ignore all of my feelings??
Sorry, I don’t work like that.
As I sit here typing this crap out, I keep glancing at my little boy in his swing. He’s such an angel & I can’t think of anything that he would do that would cause me to hurt him in the way that I’m hurt. Drugs, Teenage Years, even Murder. Even though I wouldn’t agree with that, he’s my little boy. I would always be there… Let’s just hope that he doesn’t do any of the above things.
I feel like all of this drama is so far gone that my dad & I will never be able to have a real relationship. Deep down I’ve been so hurt by this, that I would be scared to let myself try to. But I have no closure & I’m not sure where to go from here. I have no idea how to not let this bother me & take a toll on my daily life. No idea how to be stronger than the sad feelings I have that cause me to cry about this. No clue.
Besides this stuff going on with my dad, I would say that my life is close to perfect. My little boy is healthy. My husband is healthy. I’m healthy. We are all so happy to have one another & that is something you can’t put a price tag on. I realize just how precious my family is to me & I’m thankful for my husband and my son every single day. Sure there are little things here & there that could stand to improve (more money, anyone?), but the things that matter the most are in tact… & I wouldn’t change that for the world.
So where do I go from here? I think I need to schedule another therapy appointment for help with this one…
Do I ignore the email about Sunday? After all, my email & feelings were ignored, so should I just play the same game? It’s not my nature sadly.
Do we go to their house & put on a fake smile & pretend that things are all right? Not my nature either. & not what would be considered healthy in my opinion.
Do we go to their house & act distant to my dad? That just seems like it would be really awkward.
Do I email him back that we will not be spending time with him until my email has been discussed? This brings up a whole lot of emotions as I’m not sure that I can handle it all.
What about the holidays coming up?
I just don’t know about any of it. I’m so confused & so bothered. I’m hurt. I’m pissed off. I’m sad. I can’t say that I’m hopeful either. It just all seems like a big clusterf*ck that I’m stuck in & I don’t know how to get out.
I might as well include the email that I sent to my dad, word for word, in this post too.
“Dad,
I’m not really sure where to start… Just to clarify before I start typing, I’m sending you an email because it’s easier to get out everything that I want to say to you. Also, I hope that I don’t come across being rude. If it does come across that way, please just know that I’m speaking from my heart and I am hurt.
My whole life I’ve wanted & wished that I was a daddy’s girl. I wish that you & I had a special deep bond with one another. I’ve looked at other girls & been envious of their relationships with their dads. Now I know that I had a good life & that you were a good father, but the things that I remember don’t completely fit.
What do I remember?
I remember feeding the ducks on Saturdays. I remember doing the father/daughter sock hop. I remember you buying lots of Girl Scout cookies so that I could win prizes. I remember fun family vacations.
But I also remember you not talking to me, my brother, or mom at any given time for any given reason. I remember being scared if you & mom were going to get a divorce when I was younger because of silly arguments. I remember a friend not wanting to come over to our house in high school because she said that there was so much tension & it was like a war zone in there. I remember Christmas being canceled because you & my brother weren’t talking. I remember you not talking to me for about 6-7 months in 2003 because I went on a cruise with an ex-boyfriend.
I remember my biggest fear on the days leading up to my wedding was if you & mom would be talking or not & whether that would make my wedding day weird.
It’s sad memories, but they are true memories.
I really hope that this doesn’t all seem like word vomit coming up right now. I’ve been talking to a therapist about postpartum depression, but that’s actually in the past now. I am completely fine & normal once again. My last few sessions have been about my relationship with you.
The father/daughter relationship that you & I have always had has been more on a superficial level, if you will. What I mean by that is that we’ve never talked substance. My “opening” up to you about something on a deep level was shot down when you made it about me & you telling me adamantly that I was not allowed to have a glass of wine.
Please know that I know that your words came out of concern for me & postpartum depression, however, what you don’t realize is that I’m actually a really smart girl. (& I don’t mean that rudely at all.)
I’m not one to just take medicine. I think long & hard about what I put into my body & I would never, ever cause harm to myself… especially since I have a little boy that I adore. I checked with all of the proper medical personnel to see whether or not I could have alcohol & it is absolutely fine. Being that an OB, psychiatrist, therapist, & a pharmacist all told me that having alcohol hours after I had taken my pill was just fine & completely harmless, I trust in that.
But this email isn’t about alcohol.
It’s about the relationship that you & I lack.
Now that I’m a mom I truly realize like never before how important family is. It’s the most precious thing to me in my life. The thing that really boggles my mind is how you can pretend that I don’t exist, but more importantly, that my son doesn’t exist.
Not going to lie, it hurts. A lot.
I realize that my comment was not the most appropriate comment I could have said that Friday night, but I was just so frustrated. The next Saturday morning while you were at my house & I was driving home, I called you. You didn’t answer & I left a voicemail apologizing about making that comment.
That was over 5 weeks ago.
Every single day I am bothered by the fact that I don’t think you care. About me, about my son, about my life in general.
No offense whatsoever, but it bothers me mostly because I have a son. Your first grandson. Growing up I am/was used to you not talking to me, mom, or my brother. It was, sadly, quite the norm for our household.
But you have a grandson. Don’t you want to know him? Spend time with him? See him grow up?
There’s already things that you have missed out on: He smiles so much now. He is starting to laugh. He coos & “talks” back. He knows he has hands & stares at them endlessly. He is so alert. He can hold toys. He is just a growing boy & so absolutely adorable. He’s about 14lbs & is 26 inches long.
Most of all though, I’m sad for you. You are missing out on seeing a fantastic little boy grow up.
Not that I’m keeping tabs, but the last time you came to my house was when he was 3 weeks old. He’s almost 13 weeks now. I know that you hate driving here, but do you know how many people would love to be only 1 hour away from their son/daughter & grandson/granddaughter?
I guess this email is long enough now… Again, just to reiterate, I’m not attacking you & the past. This email is about the future & the kind of relationship that we can have & you can have with my son.
I can’t keep thinking about this because it really hurts. This is my second & final attempt to fix this. The ball is in your court. If you choose to have a relationship with us, I welcome it with open arms. If I don’t hear back from you, I will take that as you don’t care & we won’t have a relationship. I can’t keep thinking about this & letting it get to me as much as it does. I’m sure that you understand.
Love,
Jane”
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i know what you,er going through. my dad and his wife were very cruel to me when i needed their love and support the most. they forced me against my will with threats and blackmail to end my marriage and if thats not bad enough, my own dad told me that he was embaressed to be seen with me because of my clothes[i shop at walmart] and he and his wife tried to turn me against my husband for their own selfish purposes. i haven,t spoken to my dad in almost a year. your dad is resonsible for his behavior. don,t blame yourself. he made the choice. not you. your real father is God. he loves you no matter what. remember that.
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