Spazola
11-08-2006, 11:25 AM
I have no idea what the **** is wrong with me. I try to cut him out of my life for a little while, and everything gets worse--I'm not having to see or talk to him, but it's like he's always there in my subconcious. Like I can never get rid of him, no matter how hard I try.
And it's not like my father was EVER something I needed in my life--all he's ever done, since I was really small, is make me feel shitty about myself. I can't remember one f'ing time where he's uttered the words "Good job," or "I'm proud of you". Never. All he's done is put me through bad depression spells and caused me to have major trust issues.
In fact, trust issues is a part of why I'm posting this on a message board instead of going to my friends to talk it out. Because I'm so f*cking scared that they'll leave if I lean on them too much. Or maybe they'll think I'm crazy. Atleast this way, no one HAS to listen to me whine and complain.
And another reason why this shouldn't be bothering me is that I'm not lacking a father figure in my life. Sure, my stepdad and I fight and ever since the near-divorce last year I've been scared to death he's gonna leave again, but he's there. My uncle Ray and uncle Eric have always acted father-like towards me.Hell, even my male friends usually have that brotherly, older-male-presence. There is so much frickin testosterone in my life that Burr being slack shouldn't bother me IN THE LEAST LITTLE BIT! But you know what? It does. It really, really does.
So I have no idea what in the hell to do. If I continue trying to have a semi-normal relationship with him, I'm going to be crushed when he doesn't respond to my efforts--simple as that. But right now I'm attempting the Give Up And Move On route, and that's not going any better.
Sometimes it's like I want to tell him how bad he ****ed me up. He doesn't have a clue--I've always been the fine-just-fine-perfectly-happy me around him and most of my family. I've written so much about him, basically trying to sum up this whole post in a poem....only when it's in poem form, I can still pretend that I'm fine-just-fine-perfectly-happy-just-a-lazy-writer. Sometimes I want to take all that I've written about him and email it to him....just so he knows.
But other times, I think that reading those would hurt him or piss him off. Then he wouldn't ever want to see me again (see the pattern here? I'm always afraid people are going to f*cking leave) and I don't know if I could handle that. I'm not even able to handle the prospect of not having him in my life anymore! Though I'm not able to handle having him IN my life too well, either.
****. :P
And it's not like my father was EVER something I needed in my life--all he's ever done, since I was really small, is make me feel shitty about myself. I can't remember one f'ing time where he's uttered the words "Good job," or "I'm proud of you". Never. All he's done is put me through bad depression spells and caused me to have major trust issues.
In fact, trust issues is a part of why I'm posting this on a message board instead of going to my friends to talk it out. Because I'm so f*cking scared that they'll leave if I lean on them too much. Or maybe they'll think I'm crazy. Atleast this way, no one HAS to listen to me whine and complain.
And another reason why this shouldn't be bothering me is that I'm not lacking a father figure in my life. Sure, my stepdad and I fight and ever since the near-divorce last year I've been scared to death he's gonna leave again, but he's there. My uncle Ray and uncle Eric have always acted father-like towards me.Hell, even my male friends usually have that brotherly, older-male-presence. There is so much frickin testosterone in my life that Burr being slack shouldn't bother me IN THE LEAST LITTLE BIT! But you know what? It does. It really, really does.
So I have no idea what in the hell to do. If I continue trying to have a semi-normal relationship with him, I'm going to be crushed when he doesn't respond to my efforts--simple as that. But right now I'm attempting the Give Up And Move On route, and that's not going any better.
Sometimes it's like I want to tell him how bad he ****ed me up. He doesn't have a clue--I've always been the fine-just-fine-perfectly-happy me around him and most of my family. I've written so much about him, basically trying to sum up this whole post in a poem....only when it's in poem form, I can still pretend that I'm fine-just-fine-perfectly-happy-just-a-lazy-writer. Sometimes I want to take all that I've written about him and email it to him....just so he knows.
But other times, I think that reading those would hurt him or piss him off. Then he wouldn't ever want to see me again (see the pattern here? I'm always afraid people are going to f*cking leave) and I don't know if I could handle that. I'm not even able to handle the prospect of not having him in my life anymore! Though I'm not able to handle having him IN my life too well, either.
****. :P