Accomplished
Jul. 9th, 2016 01:28 pm![[personal profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kukla_tkoWe wound up having to rent a storage unit, but we got everything out of my father's house.
In theory, this means that I don't ever have to speak to him again. That's my current plan.
And you know, considering how much family I've chosen over the years, I feel pretty comfortable deciding that some of my "blood" relatives can maybe go do their own thing, far away from me.
Maybe some day I'll no longer be angry with him. Maybe some day I'll grow up enough to forgive him for his mistakes, missteps, and misdeeds. Maybe I'll find myself with enough "spoons" to start building a bridge again.
It's just that the bridge was all my doing, and some of my step-mother's doing. He's a grown man; by now he should be responsible for his own feelings. And, if the way he raised me makes ANY kind of sense, he should deal with the consequences of his own actions.
So maybe someday when I'm not his daughter anymore, I might be able to figure out a way to be his friend.
This was going to be a big post about how good I feel to be done dragging boxes around. I do feel relieved to be done with the "move". I still have a ton of stuff to manage, and I'm still going to be putting things away for the rest of the year.
I can at least be social once in a while now. I can at least visit with someone for lunch, or spend quality time with kids who love me and miss me. I can maybe consider attending social functions.
Just uh, don't bring up my father, ok?
In theory, this means that I don't ever have to speak to him again. That's my current plan.
And you know, considering how much family I've chosen over the years, I feel pretty comfortable deciding that some of my "blood" relatives can maybe go do their own thing, far away from me.
Maybe some day I'll no longer be angry with him. Maybe some day I'll grow up enough to forgive him for his mistakes, missteps, and misdeeds. Maybe I'll find myself with enough "spoons" to start building a bridge again.
It's just that the bridge was all my doing, and some of my step-mother's doing. He's a grown man; by now he should be responsible for his own feelings. And, if the way he raised me makes ANY kind of sense, he should deal with the consequences of his own actions.
So maybe someday when I'm not his daughter anymore, I might be able to figure out a way to be his friend.
This was going to be a big post about how good I feel to be done dragging boxes around. I do feel relieved to be done with the "move". I still have a ton of stuff to manage, and I'm still going to be putting things away for the rest of the year.
I can at least be social once in a while now. I can at least visit with someone for lunch, or spend quality time with kids who love me and miss me. I can maybe consider attending social functions.
Just uh, don't bring up my father, ok?
