I've been writing this for months, I can never quite articulate what I really want to say. How angry I am. How much pain he caused. This is just a start and I don't think there will ever really be an end...
I fucking hate you.
You stole my innocence. You stole my ability to be a child. You stole my ability to trust. You destroyed the precious father daughter relationship I longed for.
You stole everything that was pure.
I was just a little girl. Why did you do those things to me? Why did you have to hurt me? Why did you always tell me I was daddy's special girl... that I was the most beautiful girl in the world until you would hurt me then you would say I was ugly and that you hated me. Is that why you hurt me, because you hated me and I deserved it? Is there something I did to deserve it? Was I not good enough? I always tried so hard to please you, to be the best daughter you could have and yet you still continued to hurt me.
Asking these questions are ridiculous. NOTHING I did or could have done was reason enough to do those terrible things to me. To hurt me in so many ways, to scar my life, to take away my childhood. To destroy my innocence.
The hate I have for you is so encompassing I think it will swallow me whole. I sometimes think about how I could cause you the same turmoil you have caused me, but that is just not possible. There is nothing that I could inflict on you that you would even remotely begin to equal the pain you have caused me.
How do you wake up every morning knowing what you did to me? How do you look at yourself in the mirror and not see the monster you really are? How do you laugh and smile and lead a normal life while I'm left struggling each and every fucking day?
Do you remember the hair brush? Do you remember the hot curling iron? Do you remember the cigarette burns you left on my thighs? Do you remember my cries of pain? Do you remember me pleading and begging you to stop? Do you remember laughing at me?
I remember.
I will NEVER be able to fucking forget. I will never be able to erase the pain, the memories, the terror or confusion. I despise you. I can barely wait till the day you die so I can spit on your grave.
Fuck you daddy dearest.
FUCK YOU.
7 comments:
Dear Survivor,
Yes, we are here for you, and will be during the journey.
I said before in, we are in the same boat, you are not alone, you won´t be.
I think the letter is great. Is great that you wrote it. I know it is hard, and it is emotionally exhausting but I think it is worth it. it probably will help redirecting those feeling you have abuot yourself and put them on him.
I would say I am still using the grey area, but less than before. I hope, I am quite sure actually, that one day, we we´ll just be on the other side.
Take care.
your right it isnt your fault, well done for starting to write it out
oh shit, your letter made my stomach turn and brought tears to my eyes... ive been struggling with writing a letter to that little girl inside of me telling her that it wasnt her fault, either. that i did whatever i could to survive, even if i felt myself dying inside... i dont know what else to say... im pretty fucked up these days.
im proud of you, survivor. you're kicking some hard core ass w/writing that letter. you should go out and reward yourself now. you have to. you deserve it, god dammit. go do something nice for yourself and really let yourself FEEL your inner strength and beauty. it might feel uncomfortable at first (because we HATE to feel anything, right?) but it's okay... your heart will know what to do...
so take your heart out on a date... and toast to surviving, believing and never giving up.
Breeya - keep using the grey area as long as you need it. Thanks for the encouragement!
Take care
Thanks JIP
ML - sorry the letter caused you such a strong reaction, at the same time I'm kinda glad it did... means you're feeling something and that's good even though like you said we HATE feeling anything it's good that we do, sometimes anyway.
And it's NOT YOUR FAULT. Never has been, never will be. Keep telling yourself that. I know how hard it is to allow yourself to believe, accept and acknowledge that it's NOT OUR FAULT emotionally and intellectually, just keep telling yourself that.
Thanks so much for your support and encouragement ML, you're a heck of a friend, a women and a survivor.
much love
My father first raped me when I was 5.
I'll never forget how he hated me.
I'll never forget how he blamed me for everything.
I'll never forget that he wouldn't even look at me unless we were alone.
I craved and yearned and screamed out for his love and acceptance for so long, and then when I realized that I would never have them, I just hated him.
The shame that I felt because I FELT RESPONSIBLE. The awefullness of knowing that he wouldn't even talk to me unless he was about to rape me.
I didn't cry at his funeral.
I was/am angry.
I have gone to extremes protecting my daughter from the things I have experienced.
I would prefer that she hates me for being over protective.
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