I
lost my malignant narcissist father a few weeks weeks ago. He was in his late 90s and, as a senior citizen myself, I have always assumed he'd outlive me as the years of emotional abuse
have taken their toll on my mental and physical well being. It fell to me to oversee my
abuser's care during his final agonizing days. I seldom visited but
made sure he had the finest care.
At the end, as I waited for the
funeral home to pick him up, I sat and talked to his dead body: "What
was between us, the good and the bad, is now gone and I choose to let it
go and give you my forgiveness." In that moment, I was free and finally
at peace. I honestly hoped that he was at peace too.
Being solely in charge of writing his obit, it
crossed my mind to let the whole world know who he really was but I
saw no purpose in writing one of those tell all obits and chose to rise above it.
IMO Sinking to the level of your
abuser will not set you free, it will keep you trapped in the never ending
cycle of the dysfunction you've lived with your entire life.
The
story doesn't end there. Later, when I cleaned out my father's
apartment, I found a letter on his desk that began: "This will most
likely be the last letter I write to my beautiful and loving
daughter"...then he went on to write everything I'd ever dreamed of hearing him
say to me. I thought my heart would break. Why, oh, why couldn't he have said these beautiful things to me in person?
The answer is really quite simple:
For
those of you who, like me, grew up thinking you were unlovable,
remember, you ARE lovable, your parents were simply incapable of loving anyone but themselves.
