Daily Archive for September 3rd, 2009

Choices, Should and Lashing Out

In therapy Wednesday Dr. D and I talked about the entry where I wrote a letter to my biological father expressing feelings of abandonment and rejection. We talked about my questions concerning how much sexual abuse would have taken place had he stayed. I then dismissed that statement because my mother had two boyfriends the entire time I was growing up, it’s just that she preferred her two daughters.

We talked about how my mother made sure we didn’t see him and how she taunted us with it. One time at a restaurant she told us to keep looking at her and listen to her. She wanted to distract my sister and myself with idle chit chat. Then she stopped and said, “That was your father that just walked by.” She giggled as we broke our necks to get a glimpse of him. (I hope you choke on your chicken, I thought.)

Dr. D wanted to know what it would be like if I took my father up on his offer to have a relationship. I was rather blunt with my answer. It would be odd to sit across from a man who knows I too slept with his wife, I being his daughter. Could he even look me in the eye if he found out? Would he blame me? Would he call it rape or would he just be so disgusted he couldn’t even look at me?

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Hillbillies and A-holes

***strong language***

I resent it when I talk to someone for several hours at a time but they never ask anything about my life. Fife Senior has been out of town for a week which left me and Junior here alone. I’ve spent a few hours a day with him, for various reasons, all of which were designed around him. We talked about his life as a child, what he wants to do in the future, etc, etc. It was all about him and only once did he mention the welfare of his son. He never asked me one single question about my life or about who I am because he, like his sister, was focused totally on himself. I really hate it when people do that. How do you spend so much time with someone and know so little about them but they know a heck of a lot about you?

Way before the whole Brody incident he and I were friendly and talked a lot….about him. The conversation was so one sided I felt like I was his therapist. I know this man’s past and what he wants in his future. I know too much about him for him to know so little about me. I resent that.

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