Morning Stars
Just a quick one from me as I need to get ready for a visitor.
I saw that someone yesterday gave you some insight into life as the child in the abusive relationship.
I'd like to give you some insight about the difference in the relationship that I had with my father when I was in that situation, and the relationship that we have now.
As a child I was terrified of him, as was my sister. He was our father, and as such we loved him and yearned for his attention and affection, but we knew the tone and the stare, and we heard the arguments and the comments.
It inevitably got worse as we got older, and though my mother wasn't strong enough to make the break from the relationship, my sister and I desperately wanted out. We weren't aware of WA or childline, and on more than one occasion we took ourselves to the local police station to report the injuries that my mother had sustained so that they were on record. We hoped that this would provide the motivation for her to leave (ie, if it's serious enough for the police to get involved, it's serious enough to go), but it did not.
Trying to get ourselves out of the situation lead to both myself and my sister becoming entangled in (separate and different forms of) troublesome environments which have had lasting consequences.
I left home on my eighteenth birthday, having told my father exactly why I was going. His response was to give me money. The abuse continued, and now not only did I have to listen to what was happening at the family home, but I had myself identified as being an adult and so started to be the victim of a lot more of the emotional abuse.
My sister and I eventually reasoned with my mother and she agreed to leave. That was six years ago, and my sister has not spoken to or seen my father since.
My relationship with my father has been quite odd since that day. I know that he felt betrayed by me to some extent, and I have never been able to forgive the abuse.
OUr relationship was rocky for the first couple of years, but he calmed down his drinking and effectively started his life over. I now see him once a month or so for a couple of hours over food/coffee and the experience is very pleasant.
I'd like to think that he has changed, but I am fully aware that he used to put on a very good "front" to the outside world, and myabe he's doing the same to me now? I'll probably never know.
What I'm trying to say in a round-about type of way, is that if I could go back and change everything I'd have much rather spent a couple of hours with him every few weeks where he was pleasant, and listened, and appreciated the time.
My experiences as a child led me to leave an emotionally abusive relationship (I discovered not long after that I was pregnant), and raise my child alone. Despite knowing how it could have turned out, there are times when I worry that I am depriving my daughter of a father.
The simple truth is that I am not depriving her of a father - he is. I would much rather her not have a father, or possibly have one later in life, than have the type of father that I had.
The car washing and playing with hoses on a weekend can continue when your H has the kids for visits. A snippet of quality time with him can still exist, and all of the other time for "normal day to day life" can be enjoyed without the vitriol and hurt.
Sorry for the essay and any spelling mistakes - I can't bring myself to re-read it.
Hope that you have a good day today Stars