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Whammie, GOOD 4U!!!
I know what that exact situation is like (except my mom didn't die) It took many years for my dad and my brother to prove their respect for me. It was worth it, but painful. I suppose the outcome is the payoff, huh?
posted by
SpitFire70
on December 9, 2004 at 2:32 AM
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On any given day, I feel on the fringes of being alone, and I am okay with
that, because, with the exception of Mom and my dear Aunt Patty, any person I have ever let close to my heart has found a way to break it!
posted by
WHAMENATOR
on December 8, 2004 at 10:55 PM
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After my Mom died, my Dad and brother were pretty brutal on me.
I do not even want to begin to relive some of the things they put me through!
Let's just say that it is a wonder that I was able to forgive them. NO MORE TEARS!
But I did "divorce" them for nearly a year, until they were ready to stop treating me like a doormat.
It was alright though, it gave me kind of an orphan experience, and really taught me how to stand on my own two feet. It was lonely, but I much prefer feeling lonely to feeling hurt!
We are "close" now, and I have their respect, but I still only dare tolerate them in small doses.
posted by
WHAMENATOR
on December 8, 2004 at 10:44 PM
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Jems, I don't blame you for not speaking to your dad for a while
after that. I think dads seem to panic and don't know how to deal with the situation correctly at the time. My dad sat me and my big brother down one day and told us that he would be moving out for a little while, but PROMISED he'd be back soon. I was only 10 at the time. Every night for a long time, I'd end up falling asleep on a big black chair next to the garage door waiting for him to come home. My mom would always wake me up and walk me upstairs to my bedroom. I say, never lie to a kid no matter HOW young they are.
posted by
SpitFire70
on December 8, 2004 at 10:32 PM
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GypsyR-H, well, thanks for the confirmation.
Glad it ain't just me who'd be pissed!!
posted by
SpitFire70
on December 8, 2004 at 10:28 PM
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As I opened the door to leave-"I'm outta here."
posted by
ThomasFranklin
on December 7, 2004 at 8:59 PM
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Tough one
With my mom, there are too many incidents to choose just one.
With my dad . . . I have to say the one and only time he ever pissed me off was when he broke his promise to me to tell me as soon as he left my mother that he had left. I found out a day or two later by calling home and asking my mother if I could talk to my dad. She told me he had moved out.
I didn't talk to him for three months.
posted by
Jemmie211
on December 4, 2004 at 4:24 AM
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I'd be pissed at your mom too if I were you.
With my parents, too many times to count.
posted by
RedHeadedGypsy
on December 3, 2004 at 7:30 AM
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Poor you, Alfy. I'm sorry that happened to you. Must still be traumatic.
But, it's a good thing they didn't tell you that superhero's weren't real, huh?
posted by
SpitFire70
on December 2, 2004 at 9:02 PM
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Spitfire...it sounds kinda dumb but
It has to be when my dad sat me down and told me once and for all that santa was not real. I had held out until I was 8. I was a child of true faith. I was furious with them and felt like an enourmous joke had been perpetrated against me. You have to understand, I REALLY liked Santa, loved him in fact. I thought of him as being one teensy notch below God himself. Now that I think about it I'm still pissed!
posted by
A_Norseman
on December 2, 2004 at 8:14 PM
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