Unsent Letter to my father
I have been going through a day program at a psychiatric hospital, and we had to write a letter to someone from our past with whom we have unfinished business with, and I figured I'd post it. so here it it:
Father (and I use this term loosely),
You have hurt me beyond belief, beyond what any words can express. You used me, you abused me, and you dam near destroyed me. You have stolen so much from me, you stole my childhood, you even stole my innocence, and I don't know if I can ever forgive you. You tore away my heart, my soul, and my trust.
All the pain and heartache and unanswered questions are crushing me, and this that I bear, you were the first to burden me with, you who were supposed to love and protect me. You did this, you used me, you abused me, you brainwashed me, and you made me easy prey for others like you.
You always showed the happy loving parent to the world, but to me? Anything but. The things you did to me, to your own flesh and blood, it is mild to call them torture. I have so much fear and terror and hurt because of it all, and I hate that. Your actions led me down a road of dread and fear, led me down a path where evil and pain were the only gods. You forced me to accept many things not even dogs are forced to endure.
Now an oppurtunity to tell you off, and I can't even do that, I am to afraid and too much of a man to "take the gloves off." Yes, that's right, I am terrified, nay, petrified, but I am still a man, more of a man then you ever could be. And to be honest, to myself, all this, I know to be true, but you have me so messed up I believe the opposites.
YOur sins have been wieghing upon me all my life, and I wish I could extricate myself from such a burden, but the things you and others have done and said make me believe I am the bad one, that I am dirty, so I am trapped here for now. Trapped with a burden as great as that which Atlas shoulders, but in time, I hope, it will get lighter and lighter until one day I can leave it all behind.
It is time for you to live with your sins. I did not ask for, nor deserve what you, or anyone else, has done to me, I believe I did, but that is because of the tactics you used wich now I see for what they are, evil, inhumane, abhorent acts perpetrated by a man after Satan's own heart. Am I the evil and dirty one? I may believe I am, but intelectually I know I am not, I know you are the dirty and evil one. I did not sell, nor relinquish my soul as you have, so in time I can heal and see heaven's light, while all you see is fire and brimstone, if there is any true justice.
scott
Father (and I use this term loosely),
You have hurt me beyond belief, beyond what any words can express. You used me, you abused me, and you dam near destroyed me. You have stolen so much from me, you stole my childhood, you even stole my innocence, and I don't know if I can ever forgive you. You tore away my heart, my soul, and my trust.
All the pain and heartache and unanswered questions are crushing me, and this that I bear, you were the first to burden me with, you who were supposed to love and protect me. You did this, you used me, you abused me, you brainwashed me, and you made me easy prey for others like you.
You always showed the happy loving parent to the world, but to me? Anything but. The things you did to me, to your own flesh and blood, it is mild to call them torture. I have so much fear and terror and hurt because of it all, and I hate that. Your actions led me down a road of dread and fear, led me down a path where evil and pain were the only gods. You forced me to accept many things not even dogs are forced to endure.
Now an oppurtunity to tell you off, and I can't even do that, I am to afraid and too much of a man to "take the gloves off." Yes, that's right, I am terrified, nay, petrified, but I am still a man, more of a man then you ever could be. And to be honest, to myself, all this, I know to be true, but you have me so messed up I believe the opposites.
YOur sins have been wieghing upon me all my life, and I wish I could extricate myself from such a burden, but the things you and others have done and said make me believe I am the bad one, that I am dirty, so I am trapped here for now. Trapped with a burden as great as that which Atlas shoulders, but in time, I hope, it will get lighter and lighter until one day I can leave it all behind.
It is time for you to live with your sins. I did not ask for, nor deserve what you, or anyone else, has done to me, I believe I did, but that is because of the tactics you used wich now I see for what they are, evil, inhumane, abhorent acts perpetrated by a man after Satan's own heart. Am I the evil and dirty one? I may believe I am, but intelectually I know I am not, I know you are the dirty and evil one. I did not sell, nor relinquish my soul as you have, so in time I can heal and see heaven's light, while all you see is fire and brimstone, if there is any true justice.
scott