How beautifully written from the heart
“For now, my father, and every alienator, you are existing in a swath of protection, in a lie that tells you that you have won, that you are right. But that lie is fragile and weak and thin, and it covers your heart where the truth resides. That is what you don’t know; you don’t know the cost of being right, of winning.
I take comfort in knowing the truth. I have suffered great blows to my sense of self, but I love that I am a truth seeker. I am grateful that I am strong enough to face what is real.
I grew up afraid of you because I didn’t know then how weak and scared you really are. If you allow yourself to break apart, to see the truth, I will not say I told you so. Someday, maybe not in this lifetime, I will see the real you and I will recognize you as love.”
I am sure there are many of us out there that know an alienator similar to this – thank you for speaking your truth
Memories of an Alienated Daughter
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.” -Jesus
I know that no one is born revengeful or angry. I believe that people enter life as love.
I know that you were abused by your father, who was likely abused by his and so on. I know that his words probably did more damage than his fist- the way he told you that you were worthless, incapable, nothing. He didn’t see you, not really. He told you a lie.
I know that he abused your mother, my grandmother. She told me about the time when you were a teen and had enough of his wrath. The time, the hundredth time, he banged his fist and stood up at the dinner table; something trivial triggered his rage and when he leaned toward your mother, you stood to protect her. You ran to grab the ax used for…
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