I’ve always known that I didn’t much care for my dad. We have our good moments, but they are few and far between. Mostly my relationship with him has been avoidance. Avoiding his alcoholic assholery, his demeaning comments about how I look and/or act, and his narcissism, which oozing out of his pores along with the booze.
I do not like my dad. I honestly never have, but this year really opened my eyes. I have no desire to talk to him, and when i see I message or missed call from him, I am filled with dread. I’m not good at hiding how I feel, even within a text message, so he knows. He is very aware of how much I’ve changed, and how I am unapologetic for it. To say that his narcissism is eating him alive with “HOW DARE SHE?!” is putting it mildly. The other day, after I didn’t quickly respond back to an “I love you,” I was confronted by my mom, demanding that I tell my dad I love him even though “we haven’t always been the best parents, but we are the only parents you’ll ever have.” Anyone else ever heard this shit before? I was sick, and disgusted by feeling obligated to respond.
I did respond though. I said “Love you,” and was immediately told to also respond to my dad’s phone too. It was torture, but I did it, and yesterday I had to send “happy father’s day”… and it took me until 3pm to actually do it. (Why did I feel like I “HAD” to?)
This was the first year I haven’t wanted, in any way, to send that message. The emotional damage my parents put me and my sister through as we were growing up is weighing on me now. As a mom, I struggle. I struggle with understanding why I am always so angry and why emotions of my kids are hard for me to process. I am an HSP (highly sensitive person), I have emotions leaking out of me at every moment, but when my kids are overly needy, I get angry. Why? Because that’s how my parents responded to me.
When I was emotional growing up (often), instead of being supportive, my parents made fun of me. They ridiculed me for being upset, for crying, for locking myself in the bathroom so they could’t see me. They STILL talk about it, and make fun of me for it. I’m in my mid 30’s.
I suffered from emotionally neglectful narcissistic parents, and I am on a road to recovery. I need to fix myself so that I can be a better mother. I have to fix my trauma that they caused, just so I can live a better life. Just so I do not pass this trauma to my own kids.
Who else is carrying the trauma of someone else? Who else is trying to heal right now? What’s your first step?
My first step is reading “Adult Children of Emotionally Neglectful Parents.” It’s been so accurate it’s actually making me mad that I didn’t realize how much damage I have from them. I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive them, especially since I have spent the past 3-4 years trying to discuss it with them, only to be told that I’m just too emotional and sensitive and that “your life isn’t that bad! Quit being dramatic!”
I am angry, and I am determined to work through this anger and get to a point where I am at peace with being myself and where I am able to be an understanding mom to my own children. I cannot let their mistakes be my mistakes. I cannot let their 30+ years of infectious words keep seeping through me.
I am kind, I am intelligent, I am capable. I suffer from anxiety, depression, and anger. I can and will learn to use everything I am, and everything I suffer from, to improve myself and live a healthier, happier life. Healing starts when you’re ready, and I’m ready now.
3 thoughts on “My First Father’s Day Awake”
This a powerful piece. Its better to be at piece than to let negative people control your life.
I agree completely. Hopefully I’ll find that peace someday. Right now I seem to float between rage and indifference.
That can happen. I have that with my biological dad. We have no relationship though he has tried to be a part of my life. Then there is my step-dad who I care for and raised me. Its crazy that people try to be a part of our lives when they are toxic.