MY DAD TOLD ME TO MY FACE THAT I DESERVED TO HAVE MS!
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My Column today is about a very personal and hurtful subject for me to talk about: BETRAYAL!
Where does one even begin with this topic? I mean—no one—absolutely no
one wants to be betrayed by anyone. Especially—by ones own flesh and
That’s right. My own father has betrayed me.
There have been several occasions. And,each one hurt worse than the last
one. He never seems to support me in any aspect of my life. He’s very
critical of me. He is not perfect by any means. No one is! And, yet one
would think he was the best person in the world. Talk about self
When I was diagnosed, I was married to my ex. We were having martial issues at the time. MS added more to the plate.
that time, I was going to counseling. I went for 4 ½ years. Before and
after diagnoses. After stressful thinking, weight loss, deep depression
and sleep deprivation—I knew it was over. I never talked to my Mom or
Dad about the struggles we were going through. I mean I didn't go into
depth. Every marriage has their ups and downs. I didn't want to bother
them with the details. It was our business. Right? Well—my ex didn't
take things as well. It was like a see saw. One day he was okay with it
–then the next day he wasn't.
One day my ex had taken
my journal from my dresser. I was at work and he took it to my father!
He felt the need to make me look like the bad guy--I assume.
Dad immediately sided with my ex. He said I was just like my slut
mother. My Dad told me to my face that I deserved to have MS.
one, I never cheated on my husband! NEVER! He was hurt and I am
guessing wanted to have a ‘reason’ why I was leaving. There was no other
man. I just wanted to go. That’s it! But, back to my father—he placed
judgment on me. He automatically referred me to my mother. Didn't talk
to me for 2 ½ years. I don’t want to say too much more. My life is like a
fucking drama movie! Christ! All of that happened 2001. Things are
different now. I am remarried. I have two kids. As for my Dad, I am once
again not on talking terms with him. This time it’s the fucking evil
step-monster of a bitch! That’s another story I will tell another day.