My father was abusive and I went NC with him over 7 years ago.
He died this time last year and I totally forgot my mum mentioning his new family had a "box of stuff" for us. She reminded me this morning when I told her how sad I was feeling today.
There are obviously very good reasons why I went NC and why I refused to go to his bedside as he lay dying, or why I refused to go to the funeral.
The damaged, naïve little girl in me wants desperately to know what he left in the box of stuff. Maybe there will be something that will tell me he loved me after all. A note or something.
The sensible adult who wants to protect that child is saying don't do it. That I won't find anything in that box except disappointment which will lead to more sadness and anger. More feelings of being unloved or unlovable.
My mum is asking if I would like her to contact his family for this box. I am torn.
What would you do?