The writer expresses that they did not want to visit their father and would make themselves sick to avoid going. They hated their father and step-mother and everything they did disappointed their father, who would angrily insult them by comparing them to their mother. As an adult, the writer isolates themselves, does not trust others, and has difficulty expressing their feelings due to feeling abandoned by their father.
The writer expresses that they did not want to visit their father and would make themselves sick to avoid going. They hated their father and step-mother and everything they did disappointed their father, who would angrily insult them by comparing them to their mother. As an adult, the writer isolates themselves, does not trust others, and has difficulty expressing their feelings due to feeling abandoned by their father.
The writer expresses that they did not want to visit their father and would make themselves sick to avoid going. They hated their father and step-mother and everything they did disappointed their father, who would angrily insult them by comparing them to their mother. As an adult, the writer isolates themselves, does not trust others, and has difficulty expressing their feelings due to feeling abandoned by their father.
I was sick a lot. I remember making myself sick before you would come to pick us up.
I didn’t want to go.
I hated Margery and I was afraid of you. There was this one time I got so worked up that I ended up throwing up just before you got there. Another time I just begged her to let me stay there and not have to go. Everything I did was a disappointment to you or made you angry. The way I moved, if it was too slow or too delicate, you said I was being haughty, a “stuck up bitch like your mother” you said. And you said other things to that effect. Things like, “that look. That’s your mother right there. Snotty, arrogant, cold.” You are not who I wanted you to be either. You weren’t the kind of father I thought I should have, but I guess we’re both shit outta luck on that one. I cry myself to sleep, a lot. If it weren’t for Mom and Grandma and David I don’t know where I would be… Probably in a straightjacket motel. I don’t know how to express myself honestly to just about anyone. I hide how I really feel inside almost all of the time, because I’m afraid that they will not like me or not approve of me and abandon me like you did as soon as I got old enough to disagree with you. I don’t trust anyone and I’m cruel to myself. I’m isolated and I don’t know how to ask for help. It’s taken me until now at forty years old for the first time in my life starting to learn how to have a healthy relationship. So what did you hear from Mayo Clinic?
The Thoughts of I - (Young, Teenaged Women): Life gets tough, so are my explanations. Only way to explain the pertinacious emotions and egregious mistakes; I wish to escape. Can you possibly relate?