So the day after my meltdown at my Dad's family Christmas I drove over to my favorite Uncle's house to meet with just my Daddy. It went really well. I told him I wasn't sorry for the words that I said to my stepsister, but that I was really sorry for upsetting everyone and that if he wanted me to call and apologize to his wife I'd be glad to apologize to her for causing a scene or hurting her feelings.
Daddy told me not to worry about it. That no one was mad at me at all. (No one except the stepsister.) He said everyone was just worried about me. I asked him if he thought I was crazy and he said no. He told me then, I think for the first time, he's told me dozens of times since that he has never been through "this" before and he thinks everyone is doing well despite what happened. He also keeps telling me that he thinks as hard as losing a spouse is, even with it being a suicide, that it is on some level easier than getting a divorce.
The more I learn about marriages ending badly, the more I am inclined to agree with that sentiment.
At least my family doesn't think I'm crazy.
I was worried about that for longer than I like to admit.
:)
I asked my Daddy how long he thought it would be before I started feeling normal, he said he didn't know. He also told me that he was proud of me for handling myself well. He said he didn't know how I was doing it.
I didn't really know of anything special I was doing, I was and am just living.
He's so supportive and I love him so much for everything he has said and done so far.
I am thankful for his ability to forgive and move forward and accept me flaws and all.
It's a powerful thing for a parent to accept and support his child just the way they are.
I'm so proud he's my Daddy!!
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