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Shmeng of the Week: Broken Promises |
Posted by
daria_4 on Tuesday, September 23, 2003 - 04:28 AM PST
"How did you find me?"
Those weren't the first words out of his mouth, but they were the first of any consequence. "Hey, how are you?" is a worthless phrase whether it's been ten days or ten years between conversations. I wasn't paying attention during the small talk anyway. I was distracted by the fact that I didn't even recognize his voice. Maybe it was the phone--they do that to peoples' voices sometimes. Funny, the phone I was on two years ago didn't mask my father's voice.
As I took the phone away from my ear, the cold green screen told me I had been connected to my father for seven minutes and fifty-one seconds. It was just long enough to tell him that the coupling from the wedding he wasn't able to attend had dissolved. It was long enough to tell him that the officer whose commissioning he missed is now in Virginia. I think we both made a joke about officers... I was actually able to laugh. Six minutes. He was on someone else's phone, so he didn't want to tie up the guy's line. No, he doesn't have an address just yet, but I can send my number and new address to a friend of his. He'll buy a phone card. He loves me. He'll talk to me later. And then it was over. Seven minutes and fifty-one seconds had passed. I remember the slow lessons in how not to believe anything my father said he would do. There was the year I got an IOU from Santa... At first this sounds like it's about the object, but the problem had absolutely nothing to do with the space in our livingroom where there was supposed to be a bike on Christmas morning. It took two years to get the bike. That was the last promise my dad ever kept. As the years passed and the broken promises amassed, I always forgave the empty ones for material things; they didn't really matter in the long run. I was even used to him not coming to band concerts or school plays because of work; but when, for the first time in just over a decade he missed my birthday, that hurt. Christmas was painful too, though that sting wasn't quite as sharp as the first one I had experienced the previous August. The divorce never bothered me. I knew it wasn't my fault. I never wished for my parents to get back together. I didn't cry to my friends or write bad poetry about it. I'm still not a good person to talk to if you need help coping with your own parents' divorce. "Suck it the fuck up. I did," is the standard response in my mind during those conversations. No. The actual split never got under my skin. My father, however, has managed to threaten what I like to think is some small semblance of emotional stability... I have cried watching other little girls with their fathers in ice cream stores. Me! The one who doesn't cry at movie theatres showing the biggest blockbusters--you know the ones; they win all the awards and soak every eye in the house. Sometimes, I don't know if I'm crying because I miss him or because I'm mad at him. Whenever people ask me about him, I shrug it off and explain that he's a good guy, really, but he's just not very responsible. He moves--usually because he's lost a job--and forgets to tell us new numbers (when he can afford a phone, that is). You know, things like that... I understand why my father can't come through on some of the things he promises--particularly when he can't be there because something "came up." I find it a little more difficult to understand how he can neglect to tell us for months when said issues came up. I've gotten used to it, but it still hurts my little brother. Cody is the only reason I muster up the energy to even get mad at him anymore. It would be one thing if he just couldn't do stuff. It's a completely different kind of hurt when he promises those things and then takes them back without explanation. I love my father. I hate what he does to me. I hate that someone is able to hurt me inside that much. I hate how he hurts my little brother. There are so many things that I hate about him, but I'm tired of being mad. I would say that I'm almost willing to give him a second chance, but if my memory serves me correctly, he's already established a pattern of little to no effort in that arena. His birthday is coming up. I suppose I can send him a card now that I have an address. I will send my number, as he asked. I haven't yet decided if I should take the chance that he will actually buy a phone card or if I should just enclose one.
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Re: Broken Promises
by Cashmere on Sep 23, 2003 - 05:24 AM
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I am sorry that you have to go through that, and I understand what it must be like. I have not talked to my father in over a year for situations similar to that. It seems like you understand that he is not trying to hurt you, and I am glad if that is the case. i am so glad that you are understanding enough to want to talk to him. You have my sympathies.
*warning, semiemtional rant*
My father would always choose to give me his bad news around holidays. On My birthday when I was twelve he accused me of stealing a ring from his wife. My mother searched the entire house; I found all of my belongings in a pile when I came home from school. He claimed that his mother in law had it in her jewelry box, and promptly told me to dismiss the incident. His exact words were "I would like to believe you, but you know you lie." Later I found out that he knew I did not have the ring and lied to us all. He told me he had cancer on Christmas day when I was sixteen. He had known for three weeks, but decided to tell me on a holiday. At the time I was also hoping that nothing bad would happen that year, since the two years proceeding had both seen a death in my immediate family. You know, presents really become stale once you find out a member of your family is dying.
My father is the type of man to be totally devoted to you for a few days, then be completely absent for a few months. I was seventeen when I last saw him, he managed to come to my high school graduation (I do not know for certain ifthis is true, I only saw him after the event). He gave me a letter saying that he would like to be more involved in my life and I believed him. We would get together every weekend and go se a movie or even just go to dinner. There he would recount stories of my wicked stepmother and about poor innocent Dad was the victim there. At that point I was glad I never let him come to my house. We went to see fireworks on the fourth of July, and that was the last time I saw him.
I told my mother if he did not call me on my eighteenth birthday I would not speak to him again. As far as I knew he was stil fine with his job, and there was no reason for him to forget my birthday again. I turned eighteen, and I had not received any type of contact. Later I found out he quit his job by throwing his boss against the wall (the man who accuses me of using unacceptable gestures to show my diapproval) and was now living with his sister.
He started stalking me for a time in December. He got my number from my brother and would call every five minutes. He left six messages on my phone within a five hour period. I never listened to those messages; I remember one fo them saying that he thinks I am punishing him. I am not punishing him, I just want him to go away.
Grr *angst*
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Re: Broken Promises by daria_4 (-) on Sep 23, 2003 - 02:31 PM (User info | Send a Message) | Thanks for sharing, Cashmere. I don't know about you, but it's sometimes hard for me to talk about the dad stuff. It usually leaves me in a bit of a funk for a few days if I think about it too much. I wasn't quite myself for about a week after that phone call. Like you, I didn't know my dad had made it to my highschool graduation until after it was over and we were milling about on the field. I was miserable throughout the whole ceremony, even when I went up to get an award I had won. I do know he's not trying to hurt me or my siblings, but sometimes I wonder if he has any idea how we feel. For the most part, I quit talking about it with other people because they would try to say something to make me feel better--usually a not so nice remark about my dad--when all I really wanted was someone to listen. Has that ever happened to you? I know it's a double standard (I can say what I want abut my dad, but someone else can't), but that's just sort of how it goes. I can't help feeling that way about it; which is why I haven't talked about it for so long. |
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Re: Broken Promises by Cashmere on Sep 23, 2003 - 04:00 PM (User info | Send a Message) | I can completely understand the funk. When he was calling me I was afraid and avoided the phone, but afterwards I really began to doubt myself and my decision to leave him alone. It's really tough to actively disclude a member of your family. The worst thing is when you talk to them, and regardless of what you think it always comes out "Everything is fine, Dad; I still love you."
Your father probably has no clue how is behaviour is affecting you. Dads are like that. Mine wants to be the perfect father to me by lying to me, cheating and shaming me into submission. I stopped talking about it to friends, as you did. IT is not as clear as "Oh, he is a bastard." It is not a double standard, they have no right to remark about someone they have not met who does not affect them. I have had that discussion with people before, and it is just tiring.
Does your dad try to make you think he is disappointed in you for not being in constant contact? Mine tries to shame both my brother and me into taking care of him. Last I heard he was in a halfway house being medicated. I can understand my father is not well, but sickness should not be spread unto others. Dads want to be positive and help their kids, it just doesn't always happen that way.
Part of the reason why I do not talk to my father is I hate the way I am when he is around. I almost apologised to him for dying my hair, for not calling him "Daddy" anymore. I was raised differently than he would like, and he keeps trying to convert me to be his ideal child. That I think is why it bothers me. It gets to a point when we are objects of adoration and salvation than actual children. Does your dad make you feel that way?
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Re: Broken Promises by callei on Sep 24, 2003 - 04:25 AM (User info | Send a Message) http://http:// | Its not a double standard. You are talking about how you FEEL about something that happened to you, not what he did. I think its just that so many people have dad issues that they start talking about how THEY feel, anger included, and stop listening to you. |
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