I sometimes feel anxious and get the thought in my head that my father is dead, and imagine that I have missed the funeral because I had them all on block on my phone. I'm a little scared to check my spam box in case I read a message saying he really is dead. I feel like he is, and i wanted to kill him so many times, but facing the actual thought of it...it is ...it makes me worry and anxious...like I'm a bad person.
But in my heart of hearts, I know it's the only way I will be truly free of his controlling manner and assholism. I both love and hate him...with the emphasis being more towards hating him in recent years. He has killed any love I had for him...and I really loved him so much.
He broke my heart...I actually felt it break one day when we were in Sweden, and he was being horrible to me about something....basically telling me I was faking being depressed and mentally ill, not taking the ptsd seriously and thinking I am a "freeloader" for claiming the dole when I could not even get out of bed to kill myself, and he kept pressuring me to get a job.
Now they all expect me to just get over it and forgive them...and I know it's because they do want everything to go back to normal and just act like none of it ever happened, thus negating my reality one more time. They only care about themselves and not having to face their own f*cked up behavior. They couldn't give a damn about how it affected me, but I'm the bad guy making their life hard for dwelling on the past.
EVen just writing it out here makes me feel renewed and justified in hating them all.