My MPU. He phoned tonight, thankfully while I was at work. Still dying, apparently. Going into hospital next week for more surgery, would really like to hear from me, blah blah blah. Why the fuck can't he just shut up and die already? He's not my father in anything other than genetics, or anything resembling someone worthy of that title. And I can't handle him being in my life in any way, shape or form. In the past year or so I've just got used to not living in fear of bumping into him in town, having him phone, or worse, turn up. Why did he have to want to get in touch again now? And why am *I* the one who feels guilty? After all the shit that he's done, starting from before I was even born?
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2 comments:
Sometimes family can be a big pain in the arse, my mum's sister being the mega cow of all family...
I don't know much else to say as I don't know the full in's and out's but hang on in there and put yourself first. xx
Thanks Alison,
I've been stressing over this all day, but I refuse to feel guilty any more. As for the full ins and outs, even I don't know *all* of what went on during the years my Mum was with him, and she refuses to tell me the details, even now.
Trust me, at some point in the future I shall write the mother (father?!) of all blog posts, and get it all off my chest once and for all, just not yet.
x
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