Wonders Never Cease
When I was in my late 20s, my father received a prognosis from the doctor that he had about a year to live due to congestive heart failure. He and I had had a father/daughter love/conflict relationship since my adolescence. A few years before this prognosis, he and I had had a BIG blow up and did not speak to each other for years after. I had initiated the long silence with a confrontation. I reacted from a very hurt, and of course vulnerable, place toward my father. I had laid on all my young adult anger and blame that I could muster: “Either get some therapy and acknowledge the abuse and violence you’ve bestowed upon me, or I’m not speaking to you!” I am not particularly proud of this reactive behaviour, but it was my best awkward shot at finding a way through a difficult situation. A long silence ensued. My ... Read Full Story >>
- Posted by kmonica
- Feb 1, 2015
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