I would wonder.
I would wonder.
Hell, my father died and I was excited and happy as a clam, and he was just a normal dickhead.
For all we know, it was the guys kid who made several of the first memes about it!
God, he sounds insufferable. Sorry you had to deal with that.
Mine was an abusive meth head. Beat and berated my brother, my mother, and me all the way up until CPS took us out when I was 15. I was terrified of men for a long time, and I can still be pretty standoffish with them, even at 32. I can remember being 8 years old, washing dishes. I dropped a glass. It broke. The next thing I knew, I was suspended 3 feet in the air by my neck and being thrown into a wall. For dropping a glass.
I always loved my mother. I was given her phone number recently, but Iβve been hesitant to call. I know sheβs with a different man these days and is genuinely happy with him. Heβs good to her. She finally left my father after he broke several of her ribs, punctured a lung, and nearly killed her. I know she was always scared heβd kill her if she left, but I suppose that she got so close to it that death didnβt seem like such a bad alternative to the life she had with him.
So yeah, the day he breathes his last will be cause for celebration in my circle.
Call your mom. She sounds pretty normal, though traumatized of course. She probably had PTSD and you do too.
My dad never beat me or my brother beyond spanking. He did hit my mom though. One New Yearβs Eve when I was about 9, he came home shitfaced and hit and screamed at my mom. I laid in bed pretending to be asleep as he broke every plate in the house in the kitchen while screaming. He cut himself pretty bad at some point and began slinging the blood everywhere. I heard him go in the shower so I got up and my mom was in the kitchen floor cleaning up the broken dishes and blood.
She died five years ago from alcoholism and starvation.