It just muddies the water, doesn’t it. I forgave him some time ago so, and he has spent the rest of his life trying to make up for being such a cr*p dad. I am so glad I was able to have a relationship with him after the hell and misery I’ve had to live through, so much of which was just terrible things that happened.
Today I feel hollowed out and unbearably sad, and probably afraid.
So far he’s been surrounded by his family and friends, and although emotions have been running high, nobody has lost their temper. What a horrible time. I know I’m just going to have to ride with it and the storm will pass.
My life has been marred by a profound sense of worthlessness, addiction, self-loathing and a long term abusive relationship. It’s very hard to come to terms with all that. So many dreadful things happened to my dad, and many of them, bit by bit he told me about.