[Anwered on Quora.com by Siân Orr]
My father beat me, punched me, and sexually assaulted me. The last time, I was 25 years old. For some reason, I kept forgiving him and kept seeing him.
But the last time, I was at his house having dinner with him. His wife was working. He got a little drunk, and had a go at me (once again). And slapped me across the face.
I stormed out of his house, shouted something, drove home to my flat, got to my room and burst into tears.
My flatmates came to comfort me, and I told them what happened.
That was the last time I saw him for 25 years. The very last time, he was on his death bed…. frail and 3 hours away from death - unable to speak.
I told him I forgave him for everything.
But after he passed, I emotionally broke down and it took months to recover. In my heart, I realised that I don't forgive him.
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