I asked my father to please stop sending me racist emails.
After ignoring me and pouting for a week, he sent me a hateful email telling me that he is proud of being a racist and he can cut me off if I don’t like it.
I am 44 years old and my parents are 78. I am an only child.
My parents have disowned me before.
I was 21. They sent me a torn-up copy of their will in the mail and informed me that they had a new one filed with their lawyer, leaving their estate to a local college.
He has ignored me for weeks, months, even years.
I didn’t realize I grew up in an abusive household until very recently. I was spanked as a child, but that was normal for my generation. He seldom hit me after I was a teen, but I have extreme trauma responses to certain verbal phrases and tones of voice. I was frequently told I was stupid and worthless when I disagreed with my parents or didn’t meet their expectations. I was often negatively compared to his mother.
I was not allowed to socialize with anyone who wasn’t White. This wasn’t exceptionally difficult until I was a teenager since there really just weren’t that many non-Whites in my elementary school or neighborhood and races often separated themselves at lunch and on the playground throughout high school and college. I didn’t understand or think much about it then. It’s just the way things were.
He was often traveling when I was growing up. He always said he hated it and he had anxiety from the stress, but it was much more pleasant for my mom and me not having him around much.
I couldn’t have friends over to the house if he was home.
I don’t remember him being at any of my birthday parties.
He didn’t come to the hospital when I attempted suicide.
He refused to come to my first wedding.
He refused to attend my graduation ceremony when I earned my Master’s degree in education.
He didn’t visit me when I gave birth to my son.
He sent me hate mail while my husband was deployed the first time, telling me what an awful mother I am.
He had a tantrum and broke promises to my children when we stayed briefly at my parents’ house during our PCS from Germany to Ohio.
He’s told me many times that it’s all my fault, that I am disrespectful and selfish.
Since I always put myself last, it especially hurts deep when I’m called selfish.
It’s really hard sometimes.
Therapists makes it sound so easy that I should find and have a support system. Moving every 2-4 years with the military makes that harder than it should be.
I’ve never had a support system. I am all I have.
I’m tired of walking on eggshells all the time.
Though its way is to strikeJohn O’Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us
In a dumb rhythm,
Stroke upon stroke,
As though the heart
Were an anvil,
The hurt you sent
Had a mind of its own.
Something in you knew
Exactly how to shape it,
To hit the target,
Slipping into the heart
Through some wound-window
Left open since childhood.
While it struck outside,
It burrowed inside,
Made tunnels through
Every ground of confidence.
For days, it would lie still
Until a thought would start it.
Meanwhile, you forgot,
Went on with things
And never even knew
How that perfect
Shape of hurt
Still continued to work.
Now a new kindness
Seems to have entered time
And I can see how that hurt
Has schooled my heart
In a compassion I would
Otherwise have never learned.
Somehow now I have begun to glimpse
The unexpected fruit
Your dark gift had planted
And I thank you
For your unknown work.
I just tried to set a small but clear boundary: stop sending me racist emails.
I couldn’t reply to his email or call him like he requested. I knew I would make it worse since I was so hurt, upset, and angry.
Every time I think things are good, going well, I am shocked into this twisted reality where my parents are not good people, not nice people.
Then he sent me another email over the weekend that he had received his birthday card and apparently all is well. This is not normal behavior. I shouldn’t have to appease him with gifts like he’s a god, like he thinks he is.
Is this the precursor to dementia, Alzheimer’s? I grew up with this kind of abuse cycle, but is it getting worse or is it that I’m just older and won’t abide it?
This can’t be ok.
We cannot control another’s behavior, but we can control our own response to another’s behavior.
Happiness is letting go of what you think your life is supposed to look like and celebrating it for everything that it is.Mandy Hale