Dear Kim and Alec...
I could easily be just as nasty as either of you for the ordeal you've inflicted on your daughter, but I won't. The way you both act, the things you've done, and your willingness to drag your children into this not only disappoint me, they disgust me.
I can understand having a gripe about an ex spouse. I can understand difficult divorces and relations... But this just pisses me off. Leave your daughter out of it.
I can understand having a gripe about an ex spouse. I can understand difficult divorces and relations... But this just pisses me off. Leave your daughter out of it.
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But dang... sometimes as a kid I would have rather them just spank me than go on and on like they did.
And I'm way over it. That's part o' growing up and becoming an adult.
My father, at times, made Alec's comments seem as if they were written to be slapped in a hallmark card and while I've gotten over it as you have... It's a pain I'd rather so many didn't have to share with me.
To even things out, my father had hit me a few times. One in particular I remember was when he held my arms over my head and kicked me like a foot ball. OF both forms of punishment, I prefer neither!... My sister managed to curb that ever happening again. She was in her twenties and sent me up to her room. She ended up screaming at him for quite some time. When I was older, he went to punch me or to make me flinch... I didn't flinch at all, I told him that he could take his shot but he'd have to put up with me defending myself. He never tried that again. Aside from our battles and pain, I knew he was a different person when he wasn't 'under the influence', I also came to understand that it was an addiction for him... We managed to mend things when my mom filled him in on all the fun times we had after he chugged a few.
*shrug*
Life just sucks sometimes.
It's amazing that we end up relatively 'intact' isn't it?
It's strange. I say I've put it all behind but it isn't really true. A lot of time is spent thinking back to our battles and time that I can safely say was lost. I feel bad, but not guilty for my actions and reactions to him. I feel upset because every incident I wish he recollected, was lost because he drank until he blacked out. For the longest time, he thought I was a little bastard 'just because'.