On Thursday the 25th I lost my stepdad and ever since then I have been on a roller coaster of emotions, it has more loops than I have ever seen.
My Mom stayed married to this man until she passed away a year and a half ago, and I was conditioned to play "happy family". I may have been conditioned but I wasn't stupid; I never let my daughters stay the night over there or spend time alone with him, I also made sure that my husband knew what was what.
Four years ago, my stepdad was diagnosed with cancer, and because of this lost his leg, I felt bad for him because no one should ever go through that, but a voice inside me said it's his Karma paying him back.
Now flash forward to the past week and why I am feeling so conflicted about my emotions, to me the man I called daddy died when I was 15 and I truly morn that man, but now I'm having to listen to his family talk about what a great person he was, how much he loved and took care of his family, how they know he's in heaven; and I want to scream at the top of my lungs "this was not a good man, this was an evil man, he took away my innocence and my trust" but I don't I just keep quite and let them keep piling on all the work for making his arrangements; it's like I'm frozen in fear all over again.
writing is one of the things I'm supposed to do to help me work through this, so I may be writing more posts about my issues, just a heads up for those who might get triggered.
Thanks for listening
Blessings
Ashley
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