Ghostybear73
Diamond Member
I am trying this posting thing again and I have worked hard on dealing with people's negativity, so I feel I am ready. My father just text me to let me know he has lung cancer and is dying. Since I am not going to go into details about what exactly my father did to me, I am sure my response will be taking out of context and looked down upon.
His text stated, "I have lung cancer and I'm not sure how long I have. Don't say sorry or shit like that, not interested in pity". Therefore, my response was, "that's nice, I really don't give a shit and good luck with that". I know that seems pretty mean and harsh, but given the circumstances I accept that. The only emotion I have is anger and although it has gotten me into a lot of trouble, it has also protected me from other emotions that would essentially kill me.
It's kind of comical that my family thinks I should care about what happens to them when they didn't care what happened to me. My mother was selling me out for crying out loud and doesn't understand why I don't talk to her. My father; well he was never there unless it was because good old mom couldn't handle shit and he was called in to "fix" the problem.
I'm not sure if this is something that should be posted on discussions or chit chat or a diary of some kind, so forgive me if this is the wrong place.
His text stated, "I have lung cancer and I'm not sure how long I have. Don't say sorry or shit like that, not interested in pity". Therefore, my response was, "that's nice, I really don't give a shit and good luck with that". I know that seems pretty mean and harsh, but given the circumstances I accept that. The only emotion I have is anger and although it has gotten me into a lot of trouble, it has also protected me from other emotions that would essentially kill me.
It's kind of comical that my family thinks I should care about what happens to them when they didn't care what happened to me. My mother was selling me out for crying out loud and doesn't understand why I don't talk to her. My father; well he was never there unless it was because good old mom couldn't handle shit and he was called in to "fix" the problem.
I'm not sure if this is something that should be posted on discussions or chit chat or a diary of some kind, so forgive me if this is the wrong place.