in november, my father killed his wife then himself. no one knows why. there was no note or any sign of anything being wrong. i have always had resentment for my father because he was never a part of my life. i wanted it more than anything. there was always something more important than me, though. he would call and make promises and tell me he loved me. and i hoped that maybe he would finally pull through this time. i hadn't talked to him in almost a year and called him a couple months before my birthday (october) to tell him that me and my friends were planning a trip to new orleans. he lived in louisiana and he said that he would come to new orleans the same weekend so he could spend my birthday with me. on my way there, i called him and he had forgotten about it. he said he couldn't come because he had to work. he called me several times over the weekend just to check up on me. 2 weeks later, he took their lives. i was so angry about this. i feel like he got off scott free. he doesn't have to answer for the pain he has caused me. and i have issues with men due to him. he had no idea the damage he did. and now he's gone. i will never get the opportunity to show him the person i have become. i forgive him, though. he was an alcoholic. he lived for the bottle. i told one of my friends that i was so upset because i always felt like i wasn't good enough for him. he asked me something that changed my whole outlook on the situation: have you ever thought that he wasn't good enough for you? he was bothered and the disease consumed him. i hope he has found peace. and i'm still working on healing. it's been tough. not only have i been mourning his death but i have been mourning my own death. the death of this idea that i'm not good enough. i identified myself with the pain. it no longer has a hold on my life. now i am creating a new life for myself. one that i can be proud of.
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