It is sad to hear our parents words that cut
us to the core knowing they are sick, but still
they brought us in this world.
My dad would often tell me, forgive your
mom because she is sick and doesnt mean
what she says or does to you. Right, id say
to myself as tears and pain riped thru my
hurt little body.
Fo give her for she not knows what she is
doing. Sheesh, i firmly believe in moments
of her clarity she knew exactly what she was
doing to me. Merely repeating the same physical
and verbal abuse she sustained from her own
sick mother.
I drank to numb the resentments and harbored
feeling i had of her. Then I got sober and worked
thru some of those feelings and realized it wasnt
about me. I am a precious child that didnt deserve
to be hurt like I did by loved ones.
Today both of my parents are still alive but I
have no contact with them as I had to sever
my relationship with them. Today my recover
is important to my health and welfare to have
anyone try to mess with it, even if its loved
ones.
Today I dont place myself in sick situations
that would infect my recovery.