I should have never told anyone ever about the abuse my dad put me through. All its done is backfire on me. I was trying to work thru it in therapy, but now I don't see the point.
All the abuse was my fault too... maybe it wasn't really abuse. Maybe I really did deserve it, and if I deserve it, then it's not abuse, it's just dicipline and punishment, right? And that's normal, right? And the only time they ever said they loved me or hugged me, was after my dad had hurt me really badly... so maybe him hurting me has been okay all along.
It sure beats this feeling I have now. No matter how much he hurt me, nothing has hurt more than the phone call from my mom this morning. I wrote her an email, to explain why I really want to have a relationship with her, and why I can't be alone with my dad, why it makes me uncomfortable. Told her the details of some of what went on. I never meant it to hurt her or upset her. And now she never wants to hear from me again.
I took handfuls of pills after... not really sure exactly how many of everything... not enough to kill myself, that wasn't my intent exactly... but maybe if it just did enough damage to shorten my life some, not immediately, but just... so I don't have to hurt for forever...
