Flower- How timely! That and your letter dream. I had a birthday last week. Three years ago on my birthday I made it clear I wanted no connection with my dad and his wife. I wrote them a letter stating that as as long as they still regarded me as a child that they had a right and responsibility to make decisions for, that I wanted nothing to do with them. (This stems from an inheritance issue I have with him- him controlling through withholding. It is much more to me than just the money.) So last year when the birthday card came once agin, I got right in my car and drove to the post office. Dropped it in the box "RTS". My mom was angry and dismayed at my insenitivity. What if he should have a heart attack was her question? "Not my problem", I replied. "I will not be responsible for his bad health." That is what he'd say about
me. Ironic, huh?
His next strategy was to take my mom out to lunch- something he has never done. He resents that I have anything to do with her really. But now he was sucking up, wanting to know how we were doing- oh so casual and so concerned. I was outraged at first at what he was doing, because I know his disregard for her except for the minimal interest if she should ever be in a position where she
really needed him. My view of this is that it is more about his needs to seem himself in some benevolent form. The patriarchal supplier.That he lives a life of excess and indulgence, while she is barely scraping by is of no concern to him. Of course I was mad at her as well. She fell into the flattery, and came away telling me how really kind he was.
I kept my mouth shut. I figured that in the end it would only frustrate him. He was just getting a fix for now, but he was still on the other side of the boulder, so to speak. Next he targeted my sister. Which again only served to catch him in his own snare. My sister is having her own rebellion with him, with God and the Church as her platform. He hates that, anything to do with religion he views as giving away your power. And my sister intersperses the "Good Lord" into just about every sentence she utters.
About that time is when I cut out of this board for awhile, taking out my posts.
Years ago he came into my place of work and went around asking my my coworkers about me. These people were
my friends. It was embarrassing. I did not know what to say to them when they asked about his questions. What was he wanting to know? They were looking at me with new interest of a darker side they may have missed. There was none. I had always been
so good... Oh it makes me so upset to still think of this! Because of this, I don't trust the lengths to which he will go to pry into my life.
This year- wow! no Birthday card. I felt victorious and relieved, because I didn't want another confrontation with my mom. My birthday passed uneventful, quiet.
Two nights ago I had a dream- there were two envelopes in the mail from my dad. They looked like cards, but different at the same time. I can't quite put my finger on what it is. Like they contained something more than just a birthday card. They were thicker, stiff, and the envelope was a pale yellowish color. It almost looked business like.
One of the envelopes was addressed to me, the other was to "The Foghead". Where I live, their is a radio station KFOG. Listeners consider themselves "Fogheads". I listen occasionally. I think the term "Foghead" is more the suggestion that I am in the "fog" about the cards- I don't know what is in them, or what is the intention. In my dream my thoughts went to what to do about them- I felt that I should open them. In the dream I decided if there was a birthday check I would take the cards and check and put them away.
Stash them in a drawer somewhere.
I feel something important is heading my way. I really don"t know what to expect. But in this, I realize it doesn't matter whether I send them back or keep them, or even cash the check . It no longer matters. I am out of reach of my father in the most crucial way, the way I have worked so hard this year for. He can't touch me, and I believe know he knows it.
At one point several months ago I dropped my pursuit to get my inheritance through legal means. One day I realized that it just wasn't worth it. That even if I won, I would not have peace. So I just let it go. I am really happy about that decision, and have not thought different since. Sometimes you just
know an action (or inaction) is the right thing to do, even if you don't know why.
My thoughts for you are to follow your heart. Stand strong if that is what you need to do. Your feelings may be complex about this situation. I wouldn't take a "black or white" approach to it. I would explore the different feelings and be led by what feels most right to you at any given moment. In this given instance my thoughts are with the other posters who say don't send it back, now that it is opened.
Good luck in whatever decison you make. I will share with you what the envelopes mean as soon as I know.

Phoenix