I'm not sure why but I am thinking of my dad today.
Growing up, my Dad was a very mean and abusive person. If you ask my sister, she will tell you he was harder on her but I truly believe he hated me. And I pretty much felt the same way about him.
I was raised when it was "okay" to punish your children with violence. The belt, spatula, tree branch and hangers all had more than one use in our family. My sister and I learned not to fight when Dad was around or he would grab us both by the hair and bang our heads together.
Sounds funny now, but it was terrifying as a child.
The thing is. Most of my friends growing up had fathers just like mine. I honestly believed that all men were the same. And I grew to fear and avoid most of them.
When I was 14, my mother's best friend was dying of cancer and my mother went to spend 2 weeks in the hospital with her. That left my sister and I alone with Dad. For 2 weeks.
I hid in my room as much as I could and spent the days on the phone with my boyfriend. On one of these days, my Dad listened in on our conversation. I don't remember what we were talking about but it got a little "dirty" even though we were both virgins. We still talked about things.... Anyway. My Dad blew up at me and I yelled at him saying I hated him. He replied that he hated me to. That EVERYBODY hated me. He wished I had never been born.
I cut my wrists that night.
Of course, I didn't do it right or I wouldn't be typing away right now but my Mother got home and asked me for days what was bothering me and when I finally showed her my wrist and told her what had happened, she told me she had had enough of his shit and was going to finally leave him.
They fought about it and made up within an hour. It was the last time I confided in my mother.
At 17, I was dating the guy that turned out to be Ex husband #1. The first time he took me to his parents house, I was shocked to see his father on the couch with his youngest daughter. Arms around each other, watching 'Jeopardy' and joking around. I had never seen anything like that except on TV. It about killed me. I cried all the way home.
Now I know for a fact my Dad feels terrible for the ways he treated my sister and I growing up. And he was abused also as a child so he gets to own that, but I will never feel like I have the kind of father that most do.
Okay - that was depressing. I will try to liven things up next time!!