An open letter to the woman who gave birth to me…
Thanks for not letting me go to my father’s funeral…
Yeah, it would be embarrassing to have your openly Gay son talking with the relatives…
Yeah, it would ruin your image if I told people how your husband sexually, physically and emotionally abused me for years…
So what if you did nothing about it while I was growing up… You let a 6 foot 3 ex-cop chase your 8 year old son around the house trying to beat him…
You watched your son punch holes in walls and doors and never talked about it… You chose him over me then, so I shouldn’t be surprised you did it again…
Yeah, I did tell you not to bother contacting me any more a few years ago if you couldn’t stop calling me “stupid” for being Gay…
But Jesus Christ woman… He was still my father… No matter how he treated me…
I knew I came from a fucked up family, but until now I never knew just how sick it was…
The only consolation I have is that I called you AT the funeral home and let you know how sick you are for not even bothering to call me to tell me he died.
And yeah, I am in touch with most of the relatives, and most of em know your son is Gay, and know how your husband abused me… How else do you think I found out he died?
And even though you told everyone at the funeral that I couldn’t be there because I live in California, you know what, people saw through your lies…
Planes go back and forth every day… and I was on one recently to visit his grave… And it was there that I started the process of making peace with him…
If there is a hell, you’re going to be there some day…
SFCanadian