Saturday w/the family
So I went on Saturday and it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. In fact a few interesting things happened.
It was nice to see some of my cousins that I haven't seen in a long time. My mother was happy to see me but I could tell she was shocked when I showed up and she was nervous around me all day long. I didn't bring anything up or say anything negative to her, I kind of felt bad for her in a way, can't explain that really but I did.
The old man did exactly as I expected him to do when I showed up, gave an "oh great my fuck up son is here" attitude and walked away. But later in the day I was showing my bike to one of my cousins, the old man walked in and was just standing there looking at it, watching me.
He actually spoke to me... it didn't register at first, I just kind of looked at him for a minute... so he said something like "hello anything? earth to jaysen, I'm talking to you" and he reached over to tap me on the shoulder... I slapped his hand away and said "don't ever put your hand on me, I heard what you said."
I expected him to flip out but he didn't.
I answered his question.
It was awkard talking to him, I felt like a fucking 10 year old trying to explain why I made a mess in the garage or something. I hated it.
My cousin had left at that point and it was just me and the old man... at some point while I was rambling about the carburetor and atmospheric pressure out of nowhere I blurted out "I know you think I'm a fuck up... you know that IF I am fucked up it's a direct result of the way you treated me as a kid RIGHT?"
I didn't say it sarcastically or anything, just asked it like a regular question... he got that real serious "I'm going kill you now" look on his face, just like I remember as a kid. I figured he was going to take a swing but he didn't.
He got close and said real quiet, "we're not discussing this today, it's not the time or the place." And he walked away.
That was it. He avoided me for the rest of the day.
It was strange being there, the whole thing with the old man left me angry and confused and just shaking my head all day thinking 'what the fuck'... It was terrible going into that house, I only went inside to use the bathroom, I didn't go anywhere near my old bedroom or any of the places where the abuse happened. But the sounds in there, the smell... it was all I could do to hold it together. I felt completely out of place but I didn't let it show. After I got home I was emotionally wrecked.
And I know at least a couple of you are wondering... the answer is no, I didn't drink.
Thanks for reading.
Jay
It was nice to see some of my cousins that I haven't seen in a long time. My mother was happy to see me but I could tell she was shocked when I showed up and she was nervous around me all day long. I didn't bring anything up or say anything negative to her, I kind of felt bad for her in a way, can't explain that really but I did.
The old man did exactly as I expected him to do when I showed up, gave an "oh great my fuck up son is here" attitude and walked away. But later in the day I was showing my bike to one of my cousins, the old man walked in and was just standing there looking at it, watching me.
He actually spoke to me... it didn't register at first, I just kind of looked at him for a minute... so he said something like "hello anything? earth to jaysen, I'm talking to you" and he reached over to tap me on the shoulder... I slapped his hand away and said "don't ever put your hand on me, I heard what you said."
I expected him to flip out but he didn't.
I answered his question.
It was awkard talking to him, I felt like a fucking 10 year old trying to explain why I made a mess in the garage or something. I hated it.
My cousin had left at that point and it was just me and the old man... at some point while I was rambling about the carburetor and atmospheric pressure out of nowhere I blurted out "I know you think I'm a fuck up... you know that IF I am fucked up it's a direct result of the way you treated me as a kid RIGHT?"
I didn't say it sarcastically or anything, just asked it like a regular question... he got that real serious "I'm going kill you now" look on his face, just like I remember as a kid. I figured he was going to take a swing but he didn't.
He got close and said real quiet, "we're not discussing this today, it's not the time or the place." And he walked away.
That was it. He avoided me for the rest of the day.
It was strange being there, the whole thing with the old man left me angry and confused and just shaking my head all day thinking 'what the fuck'... It was terrible going into that house, I only went inside to use the bathroom, I didn't go anywhere near my old bedroom or any of the places where the abuse happened. But the sounds in there, the smell... it was all I could do to hold it together. I felt completely out of place but I didn't let it show. After I got home I was emotionally wrecked.
And I know at least a couple of you are wondering... the answer is no, I didn't drink.
Thanks for reading.
Jay