As y’all know, my birthday was Saturday. I had a wonderful day with my family. The day came to and end and I went to sleep. About 1:30 in the morning I received a text message from my father. “Happy late birthday and happy Mother’s Day on time”. That is what I saw when I woke up on Sunday morning. Great! So I sent back “Thank you”. I put my phone down and I walked away. Was I wrong? I was grateful that he remembered me, he is my dad the message made me happy.
A couple of hours later I come back and pick it up and see “uh huh”. No, really? uh huh?
I hadn’t spoken to him since before the big move. He is so childish that I really didn’t have the energy to deal with him. He has been sending my husband little messages via Facebook trying to get him to take his side over mines. My husband doesn’t want to get involved in the drama and hasn’t responded to any of the messages. I appreciate that.
Why does it have to be this way? Why be hostile to your own child? Wouldn’t it be better to just leave them alone if you couldn’t behave like an adult?
I know to y’all it probably just seems like an uh huh. However, to me it was a slap in the face. I know my Dad. I took the time to say thank you, which I genuinely meant, and I could see his face as he typed out that uh huh. Like, whatever bitch. I could just feel it.
I remember how horribly he treated my sister Aprill when she finally broke away from him. He still sends her these random mean messages via snail mail every now and then. He even sends them to her husband, though not often because he is a cop. I can’t go through that with him. Unlike my sister, I still have a fragile side to me. I don’t know how I would handle the letters she gets. She’s read them to me, they are horrible. Right now, I am angry still about the things he has said to me, however he is my Dad and I’m very torn with the thought of just leaving him behind.
I just can’t get over how he is acting. I have always loved my Dad because he is my Dad. I have never held all of the terrible things he has done against him. He started to turn against me at the end of 2012 and I don’t know what the problem is. We had a disagreement about my baby sister. While it is true that I am very unsympathetic to stupidity and the crap that my baby sister has pulled, I didn’t deserve to be talked to the way he did. I am entitled to my opinion. But he doesn’t see it that way. If you don’t agree with him, you are wrong, and he will call you names like a bratty 5-year-old. Horrible.
Uh! I don’t mean to rehash this, it is just weighing on my mind this morning and I really needed to vent. Comments are welcomed. For now though, I am off to do some LabSims and a little reading. New week, new set of homework to do. BFN!