I want to share with you a story about my father. I want to share it because my depression is deeply affected by my family relations. The pain and hurts created a Pretend Girl who has been so very sad, so very alone and so very confused. Geee, a build up like that, who could turn away? π I also want to share it because I think we are here in this crazy world to help one another. I want to share my story/stories and if you see part that can help you, I’d be so glad. I am going to write, to publish, to try to be a light in our very dark tunnel…
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How do we know what are doing is what we should. No, not should because that is over the top. No one SHOULD DO anything. How do we know if what we are doing is getting us what we want/need?
My father… he … died recently. I didn’t know him. I don’t have any living person who knew him that I can talk to. My aunt gave me clues. My mother had a tumulus relationship with him. But does that matter? My father… he chose his path and it created a crooked, broken path for me.
My father told us he cut us from his will in 1982. I wrote him a letter telling him that was okay. I would love him anyway. And in my need to talk, talk to anyone, talk to my father, I tried to open up more. I told him I would love my mother even though she was suing him for back child support. She was suing him, not me I told him. What happened next influenced me to never talk about my feelings again. As a child, adolescent and young woman, never even felt them.
After he gets my letter, heΒ says we are dead to him. He sends back my sister’s Christmas gifts that year. I ached and hurt. But I had no allies. Not my sisters. Definitely not my mother. I did not even have myself. I hid away the pain deep in my soul. And I backed away from everyone. Backed away from my mother. Backed away from my sisters. Backed away from the classmates that either teased me or ignored me. If it was only me, I was safe.Β But all of that, all the feelings, all the emotions was all I had. I didn’t have words because I pushed the thoughts away. I would not feel, could not think, therefore I could not speak words about what was happening.
I pretended it was okay. And I guess it was. I got along to get along. When the kids took my winter hat and through it up and over my head in a mean game of keep away, I told them: “That’s okay. It’s my sisters and I don’t want it.” They dropped in as fast as they’d grabbed it off my head.
So, this past Wednesday morning, my sister called me.Β Told me dad had died in his night in his sleep the night before.. She had visited him for 10 days and had left his nursing home on Saturday. I had not called my father on Father’s day. I wish I had. Ironically, a TV star, Dick Van Patton, father on the show “Eight is Enough died the same day. His character, Tom Brady was as much of a father figure, more maybe in an fantasy way, than my dad. (I saw him more, he was always giving his eight kids advice. And I think I am better for having witnessed this TV father.
But my father was the real father, I know. The last thing he said to me about two months ago: “Have you called your mother?” What? The woman you argued to the point of (almost!) blows? I told him yes. He told me I needed to.
When my sister visited him, she asked him questions. Do you know who Pretend Girl (inserted my name, of course) is? Yes. Do you have a message? “Tell her I love her.” My sister continued through my sisters names. Then she asked if he knew who B, my mother was. Yes he said. Do you have a message for her? No. She divorced me.
That was putting it mildly. But see, in the end the problems are reduced to one sentence statements and uncomplicated thoughts. I can’t believe the last two things I heard’ from him was a sort of closure. Closure for me because there was no more anger. There was no more pain.
As I thought about my father on Wednesday… about 12 hours after I heard… I thought what did I need from him?
Hmmmm, I had not considered that. He was just my estranged father for most of my life.
And I knew in an instant.
“Dad why were you angry? Why did you run away from us? What was hurting you?
“Dad, I love you. I know you knew that. That helps dad. But dad, what is life if one of the two most important people in my life was lost to me? It is okay dad. I know you loved me too. I remember the things you did when I was little. Walking through the garden, picking, eating pea pods. Fishing in the ponds you created- two of my sisters and me at one end of the huge net and you at the other with you throwing the feed into the middle of the net, you ready to scoop them up.
Oh, and dad. Thank you for never expecting me to learn to gut them. π Very thankful for the little things, dad.
Dad, I love you.”
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Im living both ends of that spectrum neither by choice. .. both the son and the father. I hurt beyond words and dont know how to fix this. I admire your strength and wish i could find it in me. Im too hurt to even cry. I just want the pain to stop but i also want my family. I just cant see how both can coexist. I was a pretend boy and now i have become a broken man. I feel i am beyond redemption and the ex relishes in making it hard even tho i do all i can for her. Maybe that makes me a fool or a sucker. Idk… too much pain to see anything clearly. Im happy you have found some peace. Thanks for sharing. My heart physically hurts. Your strength is inspiration. Idk if i can hold on or of i can get there even if i do..
I hope you read this! I am sad for all you’ve gone through.
Stormfall, my heart goes out to you. This is so painful for you. Your own father wasn’t there for you and that hurt/s.
It is heartbreaking to hear about your son. Keep trying. Keep communicating to your ex wife that this IS your son. Communication is the important thing.
Can you come up with a “speech or statement” that gets across that you have a right to be close to your son? Like, Joan (her name here) he is my son. I will not be pushed away. I do (what you were referring to in your post) to take care of son and you because you are there for our son. I am here to stay. I have a right to be in our son’s life.
And tell her it EVERYTIME she gives you a hard time or gives you a problem seeing your son.
I don’t know if this idea sounds like something good to you. But just an idea I wish would help.
The real truth is you are and always will be your son’s father. My heart hurts because that is painful for you (I can hear in your words as well as know this is true for parents).
Listen to that pain. Be your comfort. Remind yourself of what you do to try to be close to your son. It is d*** hard to be your own comfort! I know that with my own life. I’m sorry it is tough.
I admire you as well. You’ve gotten through so much and the road feels so long, right?
Be strong. Come up with a statement if that might give you comfort to come back to her strongly.
Please write back here if you can. I want to know how you are.
Take great care of YOU.
Hi pretend girl.
Thanks for your support in what feels like my darkest hour. I appreciate your kindness. I keep trying but it is a struggle. There is so much i want to say and do but it seems so dark right now. I know its a bit well a lot vague but even this anonymous site is only so anonymous. Not ready to make the details of my exact pain eternal public record.
It is damned hard being my own comfort and strength. Some days it feels too hard, especially with no end in sight. Well no end other than the one ultimate end that is in my power to bring about. I go back and forth on that. Is it hopeless or is hope itself just some cruel mindscrew that keeps us kicking futility against an impossible struggle? Or is hope real and recovery healing happiness actually possible? Dare i believe it even if it is?
Write back. Let me know what you think. You are a bright spot in this dark world.
Yes, you are so right. It is darn hard to be your own support. People will say that you have to be your own friend first. I know that is true but the logistics of it is not easy. Even the most grounded person can feel alone day after day!
The ultimate end is not the way to go. You can’t love your kids from there. Yes, it is difficult to love when you have problems connecting with them. But love does hurt sometimes. It hurts because we care so much. It is like the rose- it has it’s thorns. There are other flowers without thorns but they do not have the ultimate beauty… I know that is in the eye of the beholder, but so is love.
I encourage you to hold on. Don’t give into this pain. Feel it, tell yourself you are doing what you can to solve it. Remind yourself that people care. Other people have gone through what you have. Can you find a support group for men going through the same? Might help.
I don’t have the internet at home or an email to use here. Or I’d suggest that. But if we talk here, it’ll be great! I will check back tomorrow to see if you have been able to write back. I am glad to be a bright spot. That is why we are here.
Hope you have a blessed Saturday. Life can improve. You never know when it will. Keep hoping and searching for what you need! π
Im still here will write more in a bit. Just feel so empty atm.
I’m sorry you feel empty. I know that feeling. For me, it’s feeling insecure and extreme loneliness. Look around for someone to lean on and see again, there is no one.
For me, I think this comes from feeling unable to take care of myself. Or maybe not wanting to really. Am I worthy? That is what I am feeling- unworthy, not valuable.
But I am. I know this in my head, my heart is just not there. And that is the place I have to start. And that is hard. But I learned the feeling I am not worthy, so I can learn the truth too- that I am worthy and need to stand up for myself- stand up to ME because it is ME who is treating me the worst (my thoughts, actions, complaining to myself mentally, sometimes outloud too).
I hope you can fill your emptiness with words of kindness to you. Start there. Remind yourself that you are good person (I know you are), you just haven’t been able to grasp that.
I hope you are feeling good. Hold on. You can do this if I can.
You describe my feelings well. The lonliness, emptiness. I have also made mistakes i regret. Irony is i am a very forgiving person, well towards anyone who isnt me. Sometimes i feel i deserve these feelings, the pain, or worse. Thinking only makes it worse it seems. Some days what keeps me alive is the fear of failing at my death. How awful would that be? What would they think and say then if i cant even get that right. Odd huh? Not the fear of death but the fear of trying and failing.
The words of encouragement i offer others ring hollow in my own ears.
It’s no surprise to me
I am my own worst enemy
‘Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me
Do you see that knowing that is a step in the right direction? I know I was hard on myself, upset and angry and I had no clue. Now, I see my patterns. When you do, that is what you build on. Seeing it over and over can make a path out of it. Start by accepting that this is who you are right now and ease up just a little. Like driving a car. You’re speeding along and then, you see your destination is near and you let go of the gas pedal.
Be patient with you.