Thanks Bunny;
I wrote a letter to my father last night but didn't finish it. I started to get pretty angry and wanted to smash the keyboard. I cried a bit afterwards. I know my father experienced abuse himself while growing up, and it was carried into our lives. He never once said "I love you". His affections were inconsistent. One moment, we are the greatest, the next moment, we are a nuisance. That is how I learned to gauge my behaviour around him. If he was in a bad mood or drinking, we laid low. To this day, our conversations are basic. I don't share my feelings with him. I love him to bits, but we don't have a close relationship. Whenever I tried to talk things with him, he would spit out advice on how to fix it. Hello...I need someone to listen and understand, not to get advice. He treated my mother pretty bad as well. There was physical, emotional, mental, and verbal abuse.
I also cried about my mother last night. She has had such a tough life. I am angry that she wasn't strong enough to leave my father. I am angry that she didn't stand up for herself. Everyone has a choice, and she made the choice to stay with him. Despite how badly he treated her. Maybe she felt that there was no other way out....I don't know. I cry for her, I feel bad that she has endured such pain, with no one really to support her emotional needs. Just typing it brings tears to my eyes.
My parents have no idea what I have been going through emotionally since being born. They have no idea that I have felt unworthy due to their dismissals. My earliest memories are of feeling unappreciated, misunderstood, and abandoned. Now whenever I think of my ex, I remind myself that he is another version of my father. They are similar in alot of ways, and I have to accept the fact that I am not going to get the love and understanding I need from them. I have to stop excessively blaming and beating myself up over other people's misdeeds. I have to stop giving up my heart to men who are not able to share their true selves. Men who are not able to appreciate the Real Me.
My inner child has been carrying alot of hurt and anger. She doesn't understand why people would mistreat her. She just wants to be loved and heard. She is in a lot of pain and I have to find ways to heal that pain.