I really need to stop making wishes at random. Things turn out poorly when I do. For example: I wished earlier I had something to blog about. What I had in mind was something interesting and witty. However, that part stayed in my subconscious, while what I consciously wished for was merely something to blog about.
Stupid, stupid girl.
I got a text this evening.
From the only person who can so completely decimate every ounce of patience & peace; every iota of self-respect & self-worth. The only person who has that much hold on my heart, despite my best efforts to escape his grasp.
God, help me handle this well.
God help me not go ballistic on my dad.
I couldn’t stand how he never takes the blame for anything. How he is trying his best, and it is so hard for him to be away from his precious babies, but right now… (Insert Pathetic Excuse For Why He Can’t Visit/Doesn’t Call/Can’t Pay Child Support/Says He Loves Us When He Obviously Doesn’t/Tells Me I’m Beautiful To Him When I’m Obviously Not Or He Would Be A Batter Dad To Me/Or Other Assorted Excuses.) How he is emotional. How he is manipulative.
I am literally sick of being jerked around emotionally by him. I get sick to my stomach when I hear his latest excuse. I am so tired of being manipulated.
So, (If you read my post “Dying To Self” you know this already,) I told him I couldn’t handle it anymore — I told him not to contact me anymore, that I was tired of his false promises, and his excuses.
And he simply said, “‘Okay baby, I’ll respect that.”
At which point I choked out a goodbye, and hung up.
Apparently his respect only lasts about a week, before, I don’t know, maybe some deep sliver of conscience or soul rolled over in it’s sleep and caused him to think that he shouldn’t have been so okay with losing contact with his firstborn child, his eldest daughter. But whatever caused it, he sent me a text tonight. Thus sending me nice little world spiraling once again into conflicting ideas on what I should do. And the thing that makes this most difficult is that in the text is the closest thing to an apology he has ever said. I’m just going to write the text down here, for no real good reason except that it makes me feel a bit better to share it.
“I’m trying to respect your wishes (Bologna Sandwich!) as for me to be poof begone (if only). I just know this is not right or the Lord’s Will (Your one valid point. However, based on the Lord’s Will, “Fathers, do not embitter your children.” so you have kinda already failed in that aspect). I love you (Ha!) and I apologize (how do those words taste coming out of your mouth?) for every way I have (repeatedly, unforgivably) failed you and your siblings. I have for what it’s worth done my best (Uh-huh. Not worth much). It’s the only way I could sleep at night (Oh good. So glad you can sleep well. I spent last night listening to hard rock music, crying, and throwing rocks at trees because I was so fuming mad. Glad you could catch some shut-eye though). My hope is in your forgiveness (Don’t. Hold. Your. Breath). That is a choice for you to make darlin (Aahh, here we go: put the blame for the direction this relationship takes on my shoulders. That’s the daddy I know). Be blessed my firstborn (Be blessed?!? I don’t want your blessing. Your every “blessing” has been a curse. And I have had enough).
So there is the text… with my opinion of it and his character in italics.
I’m just so exhausted. I don’t know what to do. I haven’t responded to his text, & I don’t think I will. I don’t know if I can! If I do, then maybe his fatherly side may last a week or two; but after that, he will revert to his absent, pitiful self. Because that’s how he always does it. And it’s going to take a lot more action on his part to try and win back my trust & respect (which will take a loooong time). He needs to prove he isn’t going to let me down this time.
I just hope I’m making the right choice.
Because inside, hidden far back behind the high walls I’ve built ’round my heart, buried deeper than all of my other secrets, is the fact that I know that if I really do break all ties with my dad forever, then I am going to end up being an emotional wreck — always hoping for affirmation, always looking for the love I didn’t get enough of, always searching for someone to tell me I matter, but never finding it because that is a hole only a dad could fill. Which will only lead to my failure and brokenness from giving my heart away to anyone who will make me feel safe for a moment. And that isn’t something I am willing to allow. Which means, in the course of events, I will at some point have to reconcile with him.
I just don’t know how or when.
God help me.
College Incognito.