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Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Not so peachy
I had intended this entry to be a newsy one...crammed packed with all the fun and silliness that was to be had during my weekend back at home, however after three less than stellar phone calls today my mood is more in tune with a vent rather than a happy gush. And there you have the topic of my entry...A Vent!
Phone call 1-This morning I was somewhat stunned to learn that the phone call I had answered was from none other than my estranged father. It would seem that he had in the course of the morning or even the previous day found that during my visit home I had paid a visit to my mother's grave where I had laid flowers with a note attached. Apparently it is not enough that he managed to stop me from being able to say goodbye to my mother whilst she lay dying in hospital last year and prevented me from attending her funeral...Now he is demanding that I stay away from her resting place. Just when I think the hurt from so many issues relating to this man is starting to lessen something comes up to whip up the hurt into it's original intensity.
I can say with all honesty that I despise the man. Sound less than generous? Not at all. I can say with a great deal of certainty that if the details of this man's actions were laid bare in writing you will see that my confession of my contempt for this man is generosity itself. This man took a piece of my soul....a piece that I will never get back.
Phone call 2- What can I say? [sarcasm]Gee, I feel special! [/sarcasm] Thoughtless words spoken to me two days running leaves me wondering....
I'd say more on this subject, but well....perhaps I should resign myself to the fact that I am not esteemed at all.
Phone call 3-Do all male tradesman think that all potential female clients are stupid? A phone call with a moronic painter who tried to pull a swifty and make a quick buck at the expense of my bank account. All I want is my freakin house painted ASAP after the current tenants have vacated. Gah!
Wasn't that fun reading?....
*sigh*
Phone call 1-This morning I was somewhat stunned to learn that the phone call I had answered was from none other than my estranged father. It would seem that he had in the course of the morning or even the previous day found that during my visit home I had paid a visit to my mother's grave where I had laid flowers with a note attached. Apparently it is not enough that he managed to stop me from being able to say goodbye to my mother whilst she lay dying in hospital last year and prevented me from attending her funeral...Now he is demanding that I stay away from her resting place. Just when I think the hurt from so many issues relating to this man is starting to lessen something comes up to whip up the hurt into it's original intensity.
I can say with all honesty that I despise the man. Sound less than generous? Not at all. I can say with a great deal of certainty that if the details of this man's actions were laid bare in writing you will see that my confession of my contempt for this man is generosity itself. This man took a piece of my soul....a piece that I will never get back.
Phone call 2- What can I say? [sarcasm]Gee, I feel special! [/sarcasm] Thoughtless words spoken to me two days running leaves me wondering....
I'd say more on this subject, but well....perhaps I should resign myself to the fact that I am not esteemed at all.
Phone call 3-Do all male tradesman think that all potential female clients are stupid? A phone call with a moronic painter who tried to pull a swifty and make a quick buck at the expense of my bank account. All I want is my freakin house painted ASAP after the current tenants have vacated. Gah!
Wasn't that fun reading?....
*sigh*
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Your father is a real bastard as I have said many times. He is hiding more than you know and he is affraid of you finding it. As for your mother, I am sure she knows your feelings and I know the bastard will not be able to keep you from her grave side. Just remember, the ultimate revenge is for you to be happy. You don't need him therefore he cannot control you and that burns him up.
Honey, words cannot express how sad and angry it makes me that your father treats you the way he does. I can understand how what I told you may have made you feel even worse and for that I am truly sorry. I hope you'll forgive me and know that everything I have told you in the last few days were not just thoughtless words. I Love You, Sweetheart.
*KISSes and SQUISHes*
Very sorry to hear that. :( I do hope you're feeling better now and that all goes well. :) I can't bear the thought of anyone having hurt you... Hang in there, hope all goes well.
A simple man values the ones he loves. He hold tight to them and never truly lets them go. Its the fool who turns love away and rarely need justification. It is every good parents dream for their child to better them, to have more, to live a fuller life, and to not suffer the same mistakes that they once made. My dear Chrissa, you far exceeded them long ago. You should be loved unconditionally, adored beyond words, and be the living incarnation of parental pride. You are every good fathers dream.
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