I feel like I have no one I can talk to in my real life about this, so here I am. I’m sending this out into the ether, hoping that someone out there might understand, be able to relate, or will realize that they aren’t as alone as I feel in all of this.
I want to make amends with my parents. I think. I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore. I want to forgive them for what they did. I want to let it go. I’m tired of being angry. I’m tired of holding a grudge. I’m so tired of hurting like I have been. I don’t know how, though.
I want to feel love again. I thought they loved me. I don’t know if they did or if I just imagined things. I don’t know if I’m clinging on to that idea of love because I’m lonely right now. I can’t trust anything or anyone anymore. I have had to completely shut them out and in the process I have shut down. I have shut everyone and everything out. I don’t even love myself anymore.
How do you even begin to repair a relationship that is in such shambles? I’m not ready to go back and pretend like things are normal and wonderful. They’re not. I have said things out of anger in an attempt to make them hurt like I have hurt. I feel guilt for those things. But I don’t want to be the one that has to give in. I didn’t start this. I didn’t do the things they did to innocent children. I shouldn’t have to be the one that apologizes. Again. It’s their turn.
I need one hell of an apology, too. I’ll never get it. I tried to get one, and I got called crazy. I got screamed at. I got belittled. I got told that I had no idea what I was talking about. I was there, though. I remember what happened. I understand on a logical level that they need to hold on to the farce; that the truth is too difficult for them to acknowledge. But they have to acknowledge what they did to us; they have to acknowledge how much they hurt us or I can’t move on.
Or can I? I have been, in some ways. In others, I’m still very much that wounded child. I’m still hurting so much inside. How do I move on when it still hurts so much? How do I move on when it hurts them so little? When they show no remorse? When they seem to blame me for all of this?
I’m ill equipped to handle this. I’m especially ill equipped to do it all alone. Yet here I am. Again.