- Feb 22, 2016
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A little background before I state the problem:
My father is the epitome of the term "deadbeat dad" and is an alcoholic (though he has been sober for about 4 years now). He did things that no father should have ever done and is not/never was a responsible or grounded human being. There is a whole list of reasons why he was finally kicked out of our house and lives when I was 8. We even had a restraining order against him for ten years which he violated twice before the judge warned him that if he did it again the order would be extended for life. My father has also not paid off the child support he neglected to pay (all $50,000+ of it) and has no intention of getting a job (he is able bodied, and though he doesn't have a car, his mom drives him everywhere and there is a county bus system) to pay it off.
For the longest time the whole concept of my father was... uncertain because I had no contact with him. And of course like any child without a loving father, I had identity issues at some points and yearned to just... see him while at the same time wanting to stay as far away from him as possible.
And of course there was the anger for all the hurt he caused me as well as the feeling of love that wouldn't go away for the simple fact that he is my father.
A little over a year ago my cousins (who I happily reconnected with a few years ago) were visiting with my father and grandmother and asked me if I wanted to meet with them, my grandmother, and my father outside my place of work during my lunch break. I said yes.
The person my father was at that point was... not exactly what I expected, if I was expecting anything at all. He was cleaner than I remember him being and older and heavier. He acted as if things were okay between us and gave me a hug and told me he loved me. He acted as if he has been trying to do better. I... felt pressured into reciprocating. It was still awkward. But he was still irresponsible and told a lot of tall tales. He showed me a tin filled with a few pictures of me as a child and a few newspaper articles from my performances in school throughout the years that he had saved all this time. He gave me candy that he brought for me and then we said our goodbyes.
He and my grandmother met with me a few more times that winter and always with the same results. Them being affectionate with me and me reciprocating but always feeling... off about it.
Then came 2017 and things happened and I spiraled out of control mentally and physically and I'm still trying to recover from it all. I stopped meeting with them. I stopped contacting them. I didn't even explain to him why. I attended a court hearing for the child support he owed and with me right there he gave the judge a bunch of excuses and judge came down on him.
After that I didn't want to talk to him. The anger that I had been feeling all this time at the injustices and hurts dealt to me by my father was sort of dragged to the surface and I know that should I ever see him in person again, I would not be able to hold back tears and anger and stop myself from telling him exactly how he has made me feel for all these years. I don't hate him. But I really am still hurt by the things he did.
He finally called me a few days ago when I was getting ready to go to work and I told him I didn't have time to talk to him. He asked me to give him a call when I can and I said maybe. He has called me twice since and I ignored his calls and let him leave messages. I still haven't called.
I have prayed about this and have found no answer. But I need to make a decision on whether to even speak to him again. I'm not sure if it would turn out well if I spoke to him again. If I did, I'd want it to be in person.
I need to forgive him but for that to happen, I need him to know just how much he hurt me because I don't think he has a clue.
What would be your advice, CF? I'm stuck and I don't want to ask non-Christians because I know many of them would say to not forgive him.
My father is the epitome of the term "deadbeat dad" and is an alcoholic (though he has been sober for about 4 years now). He did things that no father should have ever done and is not/never was a responsible or grounded human being. There is a whole list of reasons why he was finally kicked out of our house and lives when I was 8. We even had a restraining order against him for ten years which he violated twice before the judge warned him that if he did it again the order would be extended for life. My father has also not paid off the child support he neglected to pay (all $50,000+ of it) and has no intention of getting a job (he is able bodied, and though he doesn't have a car, his mom drives him everywhere and there is a county bus system) to pay it off.
For the longest time the whole concept of my father was... uncertain because I had no contact with him. And of course like any child without a loving father, I had identity issues at some points and yearned to just... see him while at the same time wanting to stay as far away from him as possible.
And of course there was the anger for all the hurt he caused me as well as the feeling of love that wouldn't go away for the simple fact that he is my father.
A little over a year ago my cousins (who I happily reconnected with a few years ago) were visiting with my father and grandmother and asked me if I wanted to meet with them, my grandmother, and my father outside my place of work during my lunch break. I said yes.
The person my father was at that point was... not exactly what I expected, if I was expecting anything at all. He was cleaner than I remember him being and older and heavier. He acted as if things were okay between us and gave me a hug and told me he loved me. He acted as if he has been trying to do better. I... felt pressured into reciprocating. It was still awkward. But he was still irresponsible and told a lot of tall tales. He showed me a tin filled with a few pictures of me as a child and a few newspaper articles from my performances in school throughout the years that he had saved all this time. He gave me candy that he brought for me and then we said our goodbyes.
He and my grandmother met with me a few more times that winter and always with the same results. Them being affectionate with me and me reciprocating but always feeling... off about it.
Then came 2017 and things happened and I spiraled out of control mentally and physically and I'm still trying to recover from it all. I stopped meeting with them. I stopped contacting them. I didn't even explain to him why. I attended a court hearing for the child support he owed and with me right there he gave the judge a bunch of excuses and judge came down on him.
After that I didn't want to talk to him. The anger that I had been feeling all this time at the injustices and hurts dealt to me by my father was sort of dragged to the surface and I know that should I ever see him in person again, I would not be able to hold back tears and anger and stop myself from telling him exactly how he has made me feel for all these years. I don't hate him. But I really am still hurt by the things he did.
He finally called me a few days ago when I was getting ready to go to work and I told him I didn't have time to talk to him. He asked me to give him a call when I can and I said maybe. He has called me twice since and I ignored his calls and let him leave messages. I still haven't called.
I have prayed about this and have found no answer. But I need to make a decision on whether to even speak to him again. I'm not sure if it would turn out well if I spoke to him again. If I did, I'd want it to be in person.
I need to forgive him but for that to happen, I need him to know just how much he hurt me because I don't think he has a clue.
What would be your advice, CF? I'm stuck and I don't want to ask non-Christians because I know many of them would say to not forgive him.