Hey Dad,
I think a big part of the reason why I’m having such a hard time letting the grief go is because it’s mixed with guilt. I spent my life being bitter and angry towards you. There was that time you tried to convince us that mom was doing things she shouldn’t be doing when we were just little kids. I can remember being in the car with you when you insisted on driving past that mexican restaurant she went to every week with her girlfriends just to make sure her car was really there. It became almost a weekly ritual for us, didn’t it?
There was the time when we were painting my room, I think I was 10, and I said I wished mom was here helping us and not at a PTA meeting and you said “You must really be stupid.” because I actually believed she was where she said she was, while you were convinced she was lying. I don’t know if I could ever forgive you for the anger and hate that came out of your voice at that moment.
I wish I could look back on those years with good memories. That I could say I grew up with a good idea of what marriage should be, and not a good idea of what it shouldn’t be. I blamed you for popping the perfect family bubble I had in my mind. You put doubt in my mind about my parents and I never forgave you for it. Because of you, I was more aware of the screaming that happened. More aware that you guys never kissed. Never slept in the same bad.
You taught me to constantly be on the defense the second you opened your mouth. To inwardly brace myself for what you were about to say. And I’m sorry that happened. I know you did the best you could.
It’s taken me until now to realize that you were grappling with your own demons, something I wish I could have concluded before you died. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I didn’t understand what you must have been going through mentally to think all of those things were okay behavior to exhibit around young children.
I’m sorry I wasn’t thankful for any of the good stuff that we did have growing up. I know you worked hard to make sure we didn’t want for nothing.
I wish we could have been better. I’m trying really hard to forgive us both for it.
Love you always,
L
xx