My dad smacked me around a lot when I was a kid. He beat me, told me that I was worthless, told me that he wished I was dead. I didn’t speak to my dad for more than 25 years and only started making contact again when I was engaged to my wife and thought he should know.
Last night I got a phone call that he’s dying, and I don’t know how to handle it. I’m full of conflicting emotions yet I’m also not ready to verbalize anything but I needed to get it out somewhere, so thank you for this platform.
Update:
Since making this post, my wife has booked a flight back home as she knows that, whether it be civilized or not, if I don’t go to say goodbye then I’ll spend the rest of my life dwelling on if I should have.
We fly back this weekend. Wish me luck.
Thank you all for the supportive words.
