I think it should actually take a
little effort on the part of the offender to be forgiven for
something, call me crazy or ridiculous or whatever. I'm told all the
time, forgive your father, call your father, he's your father, etc.
I'm treated like a child because my form of punishment is cutting off
communication. I'm not running away. I'm just doing the one thing I
know that can hurt him as much as he's hurt me. He loves me, I'm not
oblivious to that fact; that's exactly why I know not talking to him
will hurt him.
Now, let me straighten my thoughts out.
You see, he made my life a living hell. He threatened me and called
me an idiot, lazy, practically a disappointment. He treated me like a
lesser being and demanded respect without ever actually earning it.
He always told me you have to earn respect, but only in a ways that
informed me that he didn't respect me. He's the one who said “If
you hate it here so much, why don't you just leave?!” He said that
so many times, and I finally left.
And, I'm the bad guy.
He emotionally abused me to the point
of torture, where physical pain was a relief and escapism was my way
of life—drugs, video games, girlfriends, anything that wasn't home.
I loved going to work and dreaded coming home.
What's it feel like to have your dad
tell you that you're stupid?
Anyway, I'm the bad guy, because I
refuse to forgive him.
When I left, my stepmom called at the
number that I left on the table along with where I was going and why
I was leaving. She called saying that I should come back and that she
understood that my dad hurt my feelings and I explained to her that I
was not coming back.
He hurt my feelings. Like how a child
gets his feelings hurt and runs away. I didn't get my feelings hurt—I
was being abused and I left the abusive environment. That's a pretty
mature reaction, I believe. Nobody I know sees it that way.
After we hung up, she called back with
my four year old brother on the phone saying he missed me. I never
believed he fully understood the situation and I don't think he does
even now. He's young. Also, dick move on her part. Part of the
continued emotional abuse, I'll add. See, in that move, she let me
know that she believed that I was the one at fault. Not once during
our conversation did she apologize that I felt like I had no choice
but to leave. Wouldn't a caring parent do that?
“Where did we go wrong?” they never
asked themselves.
It's been over a year and I still get
messages through family members: “They wanted me to tell you that
Allen (my little brother) misses you.”
Oh, really? Do they feel at all bad for
driving me away? Do they really want to talk to me that bad? They
have my number. Still. Only called it once. They also know the people
I'm around and have not once asked them how to get in contact with
me.
Wouldn't a caring parent do that?
Wouldn't someone who actually wanted me to come back do anything to
get me back? That's what I want. Is it so much to ask that my parents
love me enough to ask somebody what my phone number is and then call
it? It has to be, because I'm the bad guy, remember?
“Why doesn't he have to call me? Why
do I have to be the one to call?” I asked reasonably.
“Because he's your father.” was the
response.
Right. Wouldn't a caring father call?
He loves me. Just not enough that he would do anything to get in
contact with me. Just not enough that he would regret pushing me
away. Just not enough to apologize and not expect one back, or even
to be forgiven. Just not enough to reexamine how he treated me. Just
not enough to want to make me happy. His love is selfish. He wants me
around so he can feel good about himself and nothing more.
Let's see.
Hmm.
I have to call.
Even though, I was pushed away and let
them know that I felt I had no other choice.
Even though, I left my number which
they called the night I left and never again.
Even though, they know how to get in
contact with me through other people which they've done by passing on
guilt-laced messages. Again, blaming me for leaving.
Listen, dad. If you fucking miss me so
fucking much, then why haven't you fucking called me to apologize for
pushing me away? Huh? What the fuck did I do to you to make you blame
me? If you fucking care about how much Allen misses me, then why
don't you goddamn call me and let him talk to me?
I won't forgive him until he actually
regrets pushing me away. You see, the goal is to make him feel like
he'll never see me again. I want him to feel so bad that he can't
forgive himself, then he'll know how I feel. Maybe, he'll apologize
at that point, and if he doesn't, too fucking bad for him, I guess.
But what if something happens? I'm
asked.
Well, the goal is to make him feel like
he'll never see me again, so at this point it doesn't matter much if
he dies without seeing me again or if I die without him ever seeing
me again. At this point, he deserves either one of those. He deserves
to die without me. He deserves for me to die without forgiving him.
He deserves to feel that for how he treated me.
I'm not gonna forgive him and let
things go back to how they used to be. What's the point? Forgive him
and what? Stay away like I'm doing now, or go back and be miserable
and abused. How can you forgive somebody who isn't sorry?