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Bluelighter
Hey bluelight, I'm sorry if this isn't the right place to post this in, I figured mental health was a good spot but anyways..
I just need to vent about my dad and his alcoholism and our shitty relationship. So, my dad, how to even begin. Well I guess as a younger kid he was a bit violent with me and verbally abusive and the older I got, the more I noticed that he drank a lot and he was getting more aggressive as I became older. It was an all out war in my teens where we'd physically fight probably 1-2 times a month or more, maybe even once a week. Well once I was old enough, I finally had it and wasn't going to just let someone punch and slap me so I broke his leg with a baseball bat, I don't believe I've ever felt that powerful before or since. Well the joke was on me, I guess when a teen breaks a parents leg, they send the kid to a mental hospital like I'm the crazy one but whatever, after 72 hours, the doctors knew who was the one causing the family problems and I was free. Well my mom left him once she realized that he wasn't going to stop drinking and he was going to continue being an asshole when he drank. Well he first tried keeping contact and seeing me but my problem was that we only went to bars where he used me as the D.D. for him and a woman who I later found out from my friend who saw her ring that she was his wife. He'd then he'd gave me money that he knew I'd spend on drugs but I guess he felt guilty or something. For the longest time that was our relationship where we went to the bars or somewhere where he could drink then he'd give me $ but then he'd say it was all I wanted... all I wanted was him to be a good parent, not just pick me up, get drunk, cry about him moving out and his drinking then throw money at me in an attempt to.. I guess I don't know why he always gave me money but he did then he'd get drunk and say it was the only reason I ever saw him.
I went to rehab in my late teens and he tried one more time to get back into my life by calling me while I was in jail then driving me up to my court ordered 90 days of inpatient rehab. I got in the program and was clean during the time I was there, it's then when I realized how bad of a drunk he really was. Once, while in foster care for the rehab, he tried calling me but I'd lost that night's phone privileges after breaking some rule. Well, he was drunk and I guess he didn't like hearing that I couldn't use the phone so he started making threats to take me out of the program and yelling at my foster parent, it was embarrassing, my foster parent actually put him on the phone with me because he was being so unstable, he thought I could help calm him down. I got on the phone and here a 50 year old man is, crying hysterically over nothing and I didn't even know what to say, I was embarrassed, I was slightly confused and I just told him that I was just fine and he needed to calm down and relax, which for some reason pissed him off that I was telling him what to do so I just went with it until he finally stopped acting like a child and was able to hang up. God, even my foster parent was just like "What the fuck is his problem, calling you that fucking drunk?" He had done this before too, in front of a friend of mine, he once started crying hysterically and telling that my mom's a good woman and leaving her was a mistake and it's just like shit, I've got a friend in the car, can you stop embarrassing both of us just because you're drunk! After I finally got out of rehab, we hit our breaking point probably 5 days later and it was on, of all days, Thanksgiving.
I was still on probation and we'd decided that I'd stay for Thanksgiving BUT the only rule was, NO ALCOHOL because I was still newly sober and the courts didn't want me around people drinking. Sure enough, that one rule was too much to follow and by 6pm Thanksgiving night, he was smashed when all I wanted to do was go to an AA/NA meeting. Because he was drunk, he decided that I wasn't going anywhere because family was over but everyone was fucking drinking and he was beyond drunk, hell, his fucking wife kept even giving me beer and I just needed to escape. The night ended with me taking a pool ball and swinging it at his face, throwing it through a wall then talking off, walking through snow on the side of the highway and I walked about 8 miles back to my mom's because I didn't want to call her, I was still really upset. After that day, things haven't ever been the same since. I started getting more and more into heroin and shit right after that and I realized he never hang out with me anymore so I just used him for heroin money, the one thing he would do is give me cash so I took advantage. After quitting heroin and getting on suboxone I tried again to start seeing him but he would never meet me, I tried and tried until he one day made plans to take out for my 18th birthday. Well, he blew me off and after trying to reschedule 3 different times, only to get blown off 4 times I total, I just stopped trying. Fast forward 2 years, I was going through a lot of drama with an ex girlfriend and I was just really unhappy and not seeing my dad, even though I'd built up a shell, it still hurt not having any contact with him for 2 years, I felt like he just must not care, I'm an adult and couldn't even imagine spending 2 years without seeing ANY of my kids at all! So, I tried calling him one night and the next day he called and we actually talked. It ended with him saying we'd hang out again soon and him saying he wasn't drinking as much anymore either so being stupid, I believed him but after 6 months without him even trying to reach me, I just said "Fuck it" and gave up on hearing from him.
So, today the phone rang and I saw it was him, he left a message and still hoping it maybe was for me, I listened to the message and what a surprise, he wasn't looking for me. I've been at the point over the past year or 2 where I just honestly hope he fucking dies, call me cruel, whatever, but I'm tired of waiting for a day that's never going to happen where he calls and says he stopped drinking and bla bla bla. I'm now realizing reality and the reality is that he's going to die drunk and alone and I'll either laugh because he brought it upon himself or cry because he hasn't been a real father to me since I was maybe 13 years old and even then he was a dick, it just took me becoming a grown man to realize that what I've always felt towards him wasn't just anger but it's hate, I fucking hate my father and I really do hope he dies so that way I can just accept that he'll never be a parent again! I'm tired of having that thought in the back of mind that maybe, just maybe, one day he'll be my dad again, I logically know he won't, that's why I just wish he'd die, then I can just stop having that hope because I don't want it anymore.
I just need to vent about my dad and his alcoholism and our shitty relationship. So, my dad, how to even begin. Well I guess as a younger kid he was a bit violent with me and verbally abusive and the older I got, the more I noticed that he drank a lot and he was getting more aggressive as I became older. It was an all out war in my teens where we'd physically fight probably 1-2 times a month or more, maybe even once a week. Well once I was old enough, I finally had it and wasn't going to just let someone punch and slap me so I broke his leg with a baseball bat, I don't believe I've ever felt that powerful before or since. Well the joke was on me, I guess when a teen breaks a parents leg, they send the kid to a mental hospital like I'm the crazy one but whatever, after 72 hours, the doctors knew who was the one causing the family problems and I was free. Well my mom left him once she realized that he wasn't going to stop drinking and he was going to continue being an asshole when he drank. Well he first tried keeping contact and seeing me but my problem was that we only went to bars where he used me as the D.D. for him and a woman who I later found out from my friend who saw her ring that she was his wife. He'd then he'd gave me money that he knew I'd spend on drugs but I guess he felt guilty or something. For the longest time that was our relationship where we went to the bars or somewhere where he could drink then he'd give me $ but then he'd say it was all I wanted... all I wanted was him to be a good parent, not just pick me up, get drunk, cry about him moving out and his drinking then throw money at me in an attempt to.. I guess I don't know why he always gave me money but he did then he'd get drunk and say it was the only reason I ever saw him.
I went to rehab in my late teens and he tried one more time to get back into my life by calling me while I was in jail then driving me up to my court ordered 90 days of inpatient rehab. I got in the program and was clean during the time I was there, it's then when I realized how bad of a drunk he really was. Once, while in foster care for the rehab, he tried calling me but I'd lost that night's phone privileges after breaking some rule. Well, he was drunk and I guess he didn't like hearing that I couldn't use the phone so he started making threats to take me out of the program and yelling at my foster parent, it was embarrassing, my foster parent actually put him on the phone with me because he was being so unstable, he thought I could help calm him down. I got on the phone and here a 50 year old man is, crying hysterically over nothing and I didn't even know what to say, I was embarrassed, I was slightly confused and I just told him that I was just fine and he needed to calm down and relax, which for some reason pissed him off that I was telling him what to do so I just went with it until he finally stopped acting like a child and was able to hang up. God, even my foster parent was just like "What the fuck is his problem, calling you that fucking drunk?" He had done this before too, in front of a friend of mine, he once started crying hysterically and telling that my mom's a good woman and leaving her was a mistake and it's just like shit, I've got a friend in the car, can you stop embarrassing both of us just because you're drunk! After I finally got out of rehab, we hit our breaking point probably 5 days later and it was on, of all days, Thanksgiving.
I was still on probation and we'd decided that I'd stay for Thanksgiving BUT the only rule was, NO ALCOHOL because I was still newly sober and the courts didn't want me around people drinking. Sure enough, that one rule was too much to follow and by 6pm Thanksgiving night, he was smashed when all I wanted to do was go to an AA/NA meeting. Because he was drunk, he decided that I wasn't going anywhere because family was over but everyone was fucking drinking and he was beyond drunk, hell, his fucking wife kept even giving me beer and I just needed to escape. The night ended with me taking a pool ball and swinging it at his face, throwing it through a wall then talking off, walking through snow on the side of the highway and I walked about 8 miles back to my mom's because I didn't want to call her, I was still really upset. After that day, things haven't ever been the same since. I started getting more and more into heroin and shit right after that and I realized he never hang out with me anymore so I just used him for heroin money, the one thing he would do is give me cash so I took advantage. After quitting heroin and getting on suboxone I tried again to start seeing him but he would never meet me, I tried and tried until he one day made plans to take out for my 18th birthday. Well, he blew me off and after trying to reschedule 3 different times, only to get blown off 4 times I total, I just stopped trying. Fast forward 2 years, I was going through a lot of drama with an ex girlfriend and I was just really unhappy and not seeing my dad, even though I'd built up a shell, it still hurt not having any contact with him for 2 years, I felt like he just must not care, I'm an adult and couldn't even imagine spending 2 years without seeing ANY of my kids at all! So, I tried calling him one night and the next day he called and we actually talked. It ended with him saying we'd hang out again soon and him saying he wasn't drinking as much anymore either so being stupid, I believed him but after 6 months without him even trying to reach me, I just said "Fuck it" and gave up on hearing from him.
So, today the phone rang and I saw it was him, he left a message and still hoping it maybe was for me, I listened to the message and what a surprise, he wasn't looking for me. I've been at the point over the past year or 2 where I just honestly hope he fucking dies, call me cruel, whatever, but I'm tired of waiting for a day that's never going to happen where he calls and says he stopped drinking and bla bla bla. I'm now realizing reality and the reality is that he's going to die drunk and alone and I'll either laugh because he brought it upon himself or cry because he hasn't been a real father to me since I was maybe 13 years old and even then he was a dick, it just took me becoming a grown man to realize that what I've always felt towards him wasn't just anger but it's hate, I fucking hate my father and I really do hope he dies so that way I can just accept that he'll never be a parent again! I'm tired of having that thought in the back of mind that maybe, just maybe, one day he'll be my dad again, I logically know he won't, that's why I just wish he'd die, then I can just stop having that hope because I don't want it anymore.
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