Over the years I have grown to expect the typical forms of punishment mother would inflict on me. Never had I imagined something as great as “the accident.” Normally when I was bad I would go without eating or brace myself for the latest beating; but after the accident everything changed. Mother’s games become more cruel and unbearable. It all happened so fast; mother was yelling at me, “If you don’t get the dishes done, I am going to kill you!” as she waved the knife in my face. It wasn’t the first time she threatened this and I wanted to believe with all my heart she wouldn’t do it. It was all a big blur when I felt a nauseating, sharp pain rush through my stomach and the liquid gushing from the knife wound. I tried to stand up but my head began spinning and my world went black.
These times were really tough weren't they David. I wish i was strong enough to do something. it haunts me to this day on how much i\I let your mother do to you. I never imagined how bad things would get but no matter what happened i just sat there and let it happen. i hope that I was able to at least help you in some way. I just wish that i had done more for you.
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
Your Father
David...
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry I didn't look. I'm sorry I didn't help. I... I'm really sorry, I want to be a better dad. But it's too late, and I'm sorry. I hope you become a better father than I was.
Yours truly,
Father