IndigoButterfly
Bronze Member
I hate using that word but... my father...(abuser) denies the way he was when I was a child...and the way he is now. All throughout my childhood and the abuse, whenever I aid to him about it, he denied it. Literally even if it had just happened, my face red with tears and so upset and confused, he would act like nothing happened and we were best friends. It just made no sense. He still does it now, if we ever get into an argument or he is being overly critical as he always is.. if I walk away and come back literally a few minutes later he will either still be critical and in a mood or the COMPLETE opposite - childish, happy, 'carefree', like he is your friend and expects you to feel the same. It screws with my head and always has. I used to think he must be lying, because he wants to mess with my head or maybe (i doubt it) but he regretted what he had just done.
But, it does almost seem he genuinely has no idea what had just happened a few minutes before when he was this horrible horrible man that would become angry and chase his young child up the stairs for not eating her dinner fast enough and if she ran she would be chased and caught and hit, and then left like a piece of dirt not even understanding what had happened. He would never leave it,ever, he always had to chase me, shove his foot in the door so I couldn't hide.. and then hurt me. I just don't understand, how can you do that and then be completely different, like he is my friend all of a sudden. Im left there with the aftermath of what he had just done while he stands there happy and childlike,trying to joke with me and laugh and be normal and not understanding why Im not normal with him.
It makes me feel like I just imagined the whole thing every time.. but I haven't, I really haven't :( It makes me feel so messed up and confused, I just want to know, why.. is he lying? or is he genuinely so messed up himself he doesn't know? Does anyone else experience this?
I hate it SO much, but I am forced to still live in this house with him (and family) since I have nowhere else to live. Feel so confused :cry:
But, it does almost seem he genuinely has no idea what had just happened a few minutes before when he was this horrible horrible man that would become angry and chase his young child up the stairs for not eating her dinner fast enough and if she ran she would be chased and caught and hit, and then left like a piece of dirt not even understanding what had happened. He would never leave it,ever, he always had to chase me, shove his foot in the door so I couldn't hide.. and then hurt me. I just don't understand, how can you do that and then be completely different, like he is my friend all of a sudden. Im left there with the aftermath of what he had just done while he stands there happy and childlike,trying to joke with me and laugh and be normal and not understanding why Im not normal with him.
It makes me feel like I just imagined the whole thing every time.. but I haven't, I really haven't :( It makes me feel so messed up and confused, I just want to know, why.. is he lying? or is he genuinely so messed up himself he doesn't know? Does anyone else experience this?
I hate it SO much, but I am forced to still live in this house with him (and family) since I have nowhere else to live. Feel so confused :cry: