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My dad passed away a little less than a year ago. He was a hard man to live with, it was really “his way or the highway”. He drove away all of my mom’s friends, and I wasn’t allowed to express my emotions or decide on things in my adult life. And while he could be a fun guy, his diabetes made it hard to tell if today was going to be “Fun Dad” or “Psycho Dad”. Me, my mom, and my sister had to tread on eggshells every day to not **** him off. It got to the point where I and my sister had to concede very reasoned arguments because we knew our dad would take it out on our mom. He never hit us, but he could make us feel like a burnt piece of ****. He opposed me becoming a Catholic (I am going to be joining RCIA soon).
Anyways, he passes away and we are a bit freer. I do weirdly miss him, despite how often he made me feel less than worth it. But over the course of the following months, my mom began reconnecting with the world and the people in our town. But then, a little less than a few months. She tells me she thinks she got an STD from a guy that was helping us out with an event we were throwing to sell some stuff that my dad hoarded over the years. Needless to say, I was really disappointed in my mom not waiting long enough time to get back into the dating world; and that she didn’t use protection (I am a convert to Catholicism, but I still don’t understand or accept the church’s position on condoms).
Time passes, and I hear she is dating this friend she met on one of her art communities (I am living at home because I just graduated from college and can’t really afford to live on my own). But the person she is seeing is still married to their partner. Obviously, I am not cool with adultery, but I remain civil; give her what little advice I had (I’m not experienced with dating at all). That relationship didn’t pan out so well, as the person she was seeing started displaying the same habits as my dad (Possessiveness, jealousy, etc)
Now she has met a new guy, a farmer from our town. And I loath him. I never experienced hate before, I am a liberal Catholic (not looking for an argument on this point, just telling it as it is.) and I view hate as a pretty big sin. But I can’t shake this deep into the core feeling of absolute H.A.T.E. I feel for this fool. I would rather have acid poured all over my body then be around this dude. At first she said he was just a guy at the bar that hit on her a few times, she wasn’t even sure if she’d give him a chance (He’s older, with grandkids). But then out of the blue while I am waking up. I see them digging in my garden… and to put perspective on this. We have garden beds in our backyard, and I love to grow peppers. I didn’t feel like doing much of anything as I am still pretty depressed over my dad and how my life was controlled by him; so I didn’t feel like planting anything. But here this stranger is putting peppers in MY soil, deciding what I’D grow. And then I see them kiss… this guy my mom met three weeks ago. I lost it. I ran out of the house and just, peel the car as I leave. I just did stuff; thinking of anything but of how much I want to swing my shovel down on this stranger.
Now last week, we had some relatives come over and spend a few days with us. Fun times are had; thanks to my dad I didn’t really get a chance to see moms side of the family. During the last few days of their visit, we decide to go to a nice place to eat in our state. But she tells me that she’s bringing her boyfriend to this family thing. And in my head I just wanted to tell her that “I’m not going if he’s going” and a lot of hurtful things I could have said. But I love my mom, and I bite my tongue and agree to go. And I hated every minute of it. I sat in the corner playing with my food. Staying as far away from this dude as possible, and not saying a word to anyone. I make a point to not look at him, but nothing openly hostel. He pays for dinner (“what a f*cking gentleman” I think). We get done with the dinner and step outside to smoke, and my uncle pulls me away and says “He seems like a nice guy, not a substitute for your dad. But he seems nice.” And at this point I knew my mom had told our relatives about my feelings for he new guy and asked my uncle to talk to me.
My mom has a pension for snitching on me to my sister (my sister too) and now even more of my family knows about my petty feelings. Its embarrassing and I am hurt that she’d betray my confidences. I hate my mom’s boyfriend and how he keeps popping up at things.
I hate how soon my mom started dating and sleeping around. I hate how happy they seem. I hate how everyone is fine about everything except me. I hate how powerless I am to do about anything, and how much of a petulant child this all makes me feel. From going from a position of “I don’t hate a hateful bone in my body” to “every fiber of my being hates hates HATES THIS MAN” I stay up at night thinking of horrible things to do to this guy. Cursing him, his face, his family, and his livelihood. And for the first time, I was mad at God for something. Needless to say, this isn’t my proudest moment.
I need help getting past this. I need help dealing with all this hate and anger I feel about life and how pointless and cruel it seems right now. And how to deal with my feelings, and letting my mom live her life.
Anyways, he passes away and we are a bit freer. I do weirdly miss him, despite how often he made me feel less than worth it. But over the course of the following months, my mom began reconnecting with the world and the people in our town. But then, a little less than a few months. She tells me she thinks she got an STD from a guy that was helping us out with an event we were throwing to sell some stuff that my dad hoarded over the years. Needless to say, I was really disappointed in my mom not waiting long enough time to get back into the dating world; and that she didn’t use protection (I am a convert to Catholicism, but I still don’t understand or accept the church’s position on condoms).
Time passes, and I hear she is dating this friend she met on one of her art communities (I am living at home because I just graduated from college and can’t really afford to live on my own). But the person she is seeing is still married to their partner. Obviously, I am not cool with adultery, but I remain civil; give her what little advice I had (I’m not experienced with dating at all). That relationship didn’t pan out so well, as the person she was seeing started displaying the same habits as my dad (Possessiveness, jealousy, etc)
Now she has met a new guy, a farmer from our town. And I loath him. I never experienced hate before, I am a liberal Catholic (not looking for an argument on this point, just telling it as it is.) and I view hate as a pretty big sin. But I can’t shake this deep into the core feeling of absolute H.A.T.E. I feel for this fool. I would rather have acid poured all over my body then be around this dude. At first she said he was just a guy at the bar that hit on her a few times, she wasn’t even sure if she’d give him a chance (He’s older, with grandkids). But then out of the blue while I am waking up. I see them digging in my garden… and to put perspective on this. We have garden beds in our backyard, and I love to grow peppers. I didn’t feel like doing much of anything as I am still pretty depressed over my dad and how my life was controlled by him; so I didn’t feel like planting anything. But here this stranger is putting peppers in MY soil, deciding what I’D grow. And then I see them kiss… this guy my mom met three weeks ago. I lost it. I ran out of the house and just, peel the car as I leave. I just did stuff; thinking of anything but of how much I want to swing my shovel down on this stranger.
Now last week, we had some relatives come over and spend a few days with us. Fun times are had; thanks to my dad I didn’t really get a chance to see moms side of the family. During the last few days of their visit, we decide to go to a nice place to eat in our state. But she tells me that she’s bringing her boyfriend to this family thing. And in my head I just wanted to tell her that “I’m not going if he’s going” and a lot of hurtful things I could have said. But I love my mom, and I bite my tongue and agree to go. And I hated every minute of it. I sat in the corner playing with my food. Staying as far away from this dude as possible, and not saying a word to anyone. I make a point to not look at him, but nothing openly hostel. He pays for dinner (“what a f*cking gentleman” I think). We get done with the dinner and step outside to smoke, and my uncle pulls me away and says “He seems like a nice guy, not a substitute for your dad. But he seems nice.” And at this point I knew my mom had told our relatives about my feelings for he new guy and asked my uncle to talk to me.
My mom has a pension for snitching on me to my sister (my sister too) and now even more of my family knows about my petty feelings. Its embarrassing and I am hurt that she’d betray my confidences. I hate my mom’s boyfriend and how he keeps popping up at things.
I hate how soon my mom started dating and sleeping around. I hate how happy they seem. I hate how everyone is fine about everything except me. I hate how powerless I am to do about anything, and how much of a petulant child this all makes me feel. From going from a position of “I don’t hate a hateful bone in my body” to “every fiber of my being hates hates HATES THIS MAN” I stay up at night thinking of horrible things to do to this guy. Cursing him, his face, his family, and his livelihood. And for the first time, I was mad at God for something. Needless to say, this isn’t my proudest moment.
I need help getting past this. I need help dealing with all this hate and anger I feel about life and how pointless and cruel it seems right now. And how to deal with my feelings, and letting my mom live her life.
