I was remembering a few things and it got me so mad that I had to write these things down SOMEWHERE. I don't celebrate my father on fathers day. He abandoned me when I was young. Oh he was there once in a while, to be firm and pretend he was a dad. But he would pick us up on Sunday and drop us off at gramma's. who knows where he went. But before my parents divorced, I witnessed him beat my mother, I saw her puffed out black eye. I saw the blood of a miscarriage. She had several. Many times my mother would hide us up in the attic when he came home drunk. I sat in-between my mother and father in his rambler car (red and white) and hung onto my mother while he tried to push her out of a moving car. My mother found out where his girlfriend lived and brought me and my brother there. Girlfriend was in a bikini in winter making steak.
This was all before I was 6.
At 7 my parents divorced. My mom had a chance to start over in California but my dad said she could not take us out of state. A few years later he moved to Massachusetts. My father's family (my big and only family) ignored me and my brother growing up. They said my mother was crazy. Yeah, Id be crazy too if my husband brought me to a new country, then went out and never came home, cheated and beat me, several miscarriages so bad I had to have a hysterectomy. Yeah I guess Id be a screaming banshee as well. We barely saw dad after he moved. barely paid my mom.
Oh so I got married when my daughter was 2 years old. My father would not acknowledge her until my wedding day. Then a few years later we went to visit him and he brought my daughter to meet his GIRLFRIEND. While I was with his WIFE and my stepmom Vi.
These are just a few things about my father the contradicting narcissist. It took me a LONG time to figure out my life and get ok mentally, to live a normal life. So no I do NOT celebrate fathers day.
