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livingmyths) wrote2009-01-12 06:27 pm
livingmyths) wrote2009-01-12 06:27 pm
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058: Parents
My dad... he didn't like me. I don't think he liked me even before, but after...
I was... different and I knew things he didn't want me to and sometimes if I was there long enough to be in school people would start asking questions and he'd get so angry and say we had to leave.
He drank a lot and he would rant and yell and swear and say terrible things about me. How bad I was. That I was a freak. That I should have been the one killed instead of my mother. That he wished I was dead. Other stuff like that.
Not like I couldn't hear what he was thinking anyway.
He didn't really hit me. Much. But when I got older he'd look at me and I could hear the things he was thinking. Things you're not supposed to think about your kid.
So I ran away as soon as I was 16. Before anything happened.
People here tell me he was wrong and not good, but I still... I still kind of love him. 'Cause he was my dad, you know?
But I don't ever ever want to see him again.
My mother... I wish I remembered more about her. But I remember laughter and cuddling. Her long hair wrapping around me like a curtain. And if I listen very carefully I can still almost hear her talking to me. In Lakota or English. I know she loved me. Loved me so very much.
And people here say she'd want me to be happy, that she'd say my dad was wrong and that I was okay and that most of all she'd wanted me to live.
I hope they're right. I like to think they are.
I was... different and I knew things he didn't want me to and sometimes if I was there long enough to be in school people would start asking questions and he'd get so angry and say we had to leave.
He drank a lot and he would rant and yell and swear and say terrible things about me. How bad I was. That I was a freak. That I should have been the one killed instead of my mother. That he wished I was dead. Other stuff like that.
Not like I couldn't hear what he was thinking anyway.
He didn't really hit me. Much. But when I got older he'd look at me and I could hear the things he was thinking. Things you're not supposed to think about your kid.
So I ran away as soon as I was 16. Before anything happened.
People here tell me he was wrong and not good, but I still... I still kind of love him. 'Cause he was my dad, you know?
But I don't ever ever want to see him again.
My mother... I wish I remembered more about her. But I remember laughter and cuddling. Her long hair wrapping around me like a curtain. And if I listen very carefully I can still almost hear her talking to me. In Lakota or English. I know she loved me. Loved me so very much.
And people here say she'd want me to be happy, that she'd say my dad was wrong and that I was okay and that most of all she'd wanted me to live.
I hope they're right. I like to think they are.
Emma has noooo clue what to say
Rain is confused
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I'm sorry that things are so different from my time to yours that what I do would bother you.
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I'm just happy that I'm here.