Fuck you “dad”
Every time someone says I look like you
Fuck you “dad”
For marrying my mother
Fuck you “dad”
For already being married when you married my mother
Fuck you “dad”
For already being married with a kid when you married my mother
Fuck you “dad”
For making my mother leave you
Fuck you “dad”
For leaving us dirt poor
Fuck you “dad”
For zero cards, calls, visits, or money
Fuck you “dad”
For making my mother go hungry so I could eat
Fuck you “dad”
For me being malnourished
Fuck you “dad”
For making my mother’s already unstable mental condition more unstable
Fuck you “dad”
For my mother beating the shit out of me
Fuck you “dad”
For my mother ending up in a mental institution
Fuck you “dad”
For me ending up in foster care
Fuck you “dad”
For me ending up in foster care before I could speak
Fuck you “dad”
For me running away before I could add or subtract
Fuck you “dad”
For me shitting my pants until I was 8
Fuck you “dad”
For my chronic depression
Fuck you “dad”
For my 2 suicide attempts
Fuck you “dad”
For the 2 times we met, one by accident, one by me searching you out
Fuck you “dad”
For calling me son on those 2 times
Fuck you “dad”
For your wife of the time calling me son
Fuck you “dad”
Every time someone says I look like you
But the biggest Fuck you is that I’ve become a good person. Good enough to say this is the last Fuck you and that this is all finally behind me. Now I’m ready to be son to you in all the ways you were not a father to me.
You have my total sympathy, Tom. My so-called father was at least as bad as yours, in different ways. I had a whole list of ‘fuck you’ reasons that I wanted to say to him someday, but I didn’t speak to him for more than 20 years after he gleefully wrecked my life, and now he’s dead. At least he can’t wreck anybody else’s life from where he is now. I wish you the best in your life, and hope that you can make the kind of transition to successful, productive adult that your father was incapable of. I did it. It’s hard. But nobody hates me.
Thank you everyone for the kind words and support.
My mother and I reconciled a few years ago. I left graduate school to take care of her when she got cancer for the 2nd time. I haven’t gone back to school as of yet, due to a 3rd bout with cancer and my now stepfather having a brain tumor.
This is my single resolution in life. To be a good father and husband.
To be honest with you, I don’t how to. How does one nurture oneself? I’ve become good at taking care of others and nuturing others, but myself, that is hard.
What I’ve decided to do is surround myself with few good people and allow them to care for me, while I care for them. It’s easier for me to think about other people than myself. So that’s the game plan for now until I can figure out the self nurturing thing.
tom , I had an asshole stepfather from 9-19 and I always swore that I was gonna kill that motherfucker when I got old/big enough for what he did to my mom as I looked on, helpless. and to this day my mother has issues about my lingering hatred of her choice to marry that son of a whore.
they divorced the year after I joined the navy.
I’m 42 now and having no contact with “Dave” for twenty years was a good thing till that fucker just happen to be on the other end of the line when I answered the phone at my mom’s house one day two years ago…
It was a fucking high for me to talk to him with respect and let him call me “son” for the few minutes it took to lay out all the cards.
“Dave” was a fuckin wife and child beating, alcoholic, ex-military gun nut.
Dave is dead and my final memories are of him crying and blubbering about how fucking sorry he was for fucking up my life.
the last thing he heard from me was something along the lines of " i’m a man now dave, and I let you go a long time ago "…