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When I was a kid, my dad, who was an ordained minister, would put on these choral pageants every christmas. For being probably the world's largest introvert, I loved those pageants. We would start designing the sets in October, and they were quite famous (for our little neck of the woods) in the tri-state area. I loved to act and sing, to my dad's total surprise. It was like I became a totally different person. I was no longer held by the bonds of my birthmark. I was someone else. I wasn't the awkward, ugly, chubby little girl anymore.
But what I loved more than that was working with my dad on the sets. I am somewhat crafty and love to paint. That is something I get from my dad. We are so much alike. I am my father's child in almost every way. So I cherished the time we would spend in the afternoons, chatting and painting. it was one of the rare times that I got my father's attention. My dad was a very busy man- he was not only a minister, but a writer. Like me, he published his own books. So I didn't get that much of his time. Every year, I looked forward to building and painting the christmas sets with him.
But then..one year, my mom got it into her head that I was doing something sexual or flirtatious with my dad. Now, I was a very innocent kid. I didn't even know what a french kiss was. So I didn't even know why I felt bad, but I did. I felt guilty of something I didn't even know about. All i knew was that it suddenly felt bad to be around my dad. It made my mom angry.
So I started avoiding him, to my heart's breaking. I couldn't hug him. It became a very awkward relationship, even though I wasn't guilty of what she accused me of.
My mom was manic depressive. She took medicines (librium) when she was pregnant with me and also while breastfeeding me, leading to me being born with withdrawal. So while on one hand, I am sorry for her, I am angry as well. She stole my dad, the most important man in my life, from me. My dad died of two strokes and Parkinsons' back in 2007. She blamed it on me, saying my moving out of state caused him to have strokes.
A lot of people would assume that when asked to think of my trauma, I would think of my kids. But for some reason, my mind goes to my mom. I have a lot of anger towards her to this day, as much as i try not to. She tried to give me a way. She said my rape was something I asked for, she made me deny my own baby's existence when I became pregnant as a result of my rape. (I miscarried later)
But most importantly, she took something irreplaceable. She took my dad from me. I saw a picture of him the other day, and i haven't seen a picture of him in years. It made me bawl like a baby. I miss him so very much. there was no one like my dad. And I'm not sure I can ever forgive that she tarnished my relationship with him. I feel like a fatherless child.
I hope he knows I'm sorry. And that I miss him.
But what I loved more than that was working with my dad on the sets. I am somewhat crafty and love to paint. That is something I get from my dad. We are so much alike. I am my father's child in almost every way. So I cherished the time we would spend in the afternoons, chatting and painting. it was one of the rare times that I got my father's attention. My dad was a very busy man- he was not only a minister, but a writer. Like me, he published his own books. So I didn't get that much of his time. Every year, I looked forward to building and painting the christmas sets with him.
But then..one year, my mom got it into her head that I was doing something sexual or flirtatious with my dad. Now, I was a very innocent kid. I didn't even know what a french kiss was. So I didn't even know why I felt bad, but I did. I felt guilty of something I didn't even know about. All i knew was that it suddenly felt bad to be around my dad. It made my mom angry.
So I started avoiding him, to my heart's breaking. I couldn't hug him. It became a very awkward relationship, even though I wasn't guilty of what she accused me of.
My mom was manic depressive. She took medicines (librium) when she was pregnant with me and also while breastfeeding me, leading to me being born with withdrawal. So while on one hand, I am sorry for her, I am angry as well. She stole my dad, the most important man in my life, from me. My dad died of two strokes and Parkinsons' back in 2007. She blamed it on me, saying my moving out of state caused him to have strokes.
A lot of people would assume that when asked to think of my trauma, I would think of my kids. But for some reason, my mind goes to my mom. I have a lot of anger towards her to this day, as much as i try not to. She tried to give me a way. She said my rape was something I asked for, she made me deny my own baby's existence when I became pregnant as a result of my rape. (I miscarried later)
But most importantly, she took something irreplaceable. She took my dad from me. I saw a picture of him the other day, and i haven't seen a picture of him in years. It made me bawl like a baby. I miss him so very much. there was no one like my dad. And I'm not sure I can ever forgive that she tarnished my relationship with him. I feel like a fatherless child.
I hope he knows I'm sorry. And that I miss him.