reasonemotion wrote:CW & SOB
I dont know either of you and I am a Johhny come lately. I have had issues with CW's attitude, and that was my problem not his, but I have gradually come to recognise it is not actually a deep attack, it is his innate hunger to get to the bottom of everything. He wants answers and he wont stop until he has them, which is an admirable quality. CW genuinely offered his advice to you SOB read his reply again.
"I'm puzzled why he has to be so insulting to me on this issue. As a person who has been through cancer myself I would not wish it on anyone and am only offering help."
A couple of posts ago, you mentioned your wife, your mother and your female psychologist. I wanted to ask you about your father. Is he still living and if he is, it would be healing for you to see or write or talk to him. Tell him what you have told us and all the other stuff inside you. You need to purge yourself of this burden you have had for many years. You are ready.
To be a mother at 15 and father at 19 would be a formidable task SOB.
I apologise for this uninvited interference and sincerely hope I have not offended either of you, but for some reason I think and feel SOB you needed to know and act upon it.
I am done. Cheers.
No, you can't even begin to understand, throughout my life I noticed he was just like CHAZ; Always right!!! No matter WHAT? When I was
4 years old and he physically abused me, causing me to loose my breath and black out (loose consciousness), because I pissed my pants, because he scared me, because I accidentally caught him & mom having afternoon sex, because I rushed into the only room that had access to a bathroom (I had to pee REALLY bad, maybe that's why I pissed my pants). He was right! and I was wrong. Then when I developed a fear of going into that room at night not knowing if he'd beat me for having to go pee, thus becoming a bed wetter until I was 13, because of which, he'd beat me, humiliate me, telling me he would send me to school in a diaper at 9 yo, and make me do
"200" inclined situps at 8 years old, causing one of my testicles to swell to the size of a chickens egg, the one that no longer functions, that has these growths on it, he was right and I was wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!! Then forcing me to take Karate for 5 years, (I wanted to quit after 3 months, as I cried and told him, he said no way, you're going, SHUT UP or I'll give you something to cry about.), thus becoming the youngest Black Belt "ever," in my style, (at that time), at 14 years old, (appearing on TV 3 times breaking boards at 11 yo, (because he didn't want a looser son that wet the bed, which he caused, and that the egg sized nut thing scared the shit out of him, for the first time he personally took me to see the doctor so he could lie about what happened, so he could be right, yet again, Yes he believed that he was right and I was wrong, (I hated him those 5 long years)! When he cheated on my mom oh so many times, and beat her for complaining, he was right and she was wrong! When I fought him over beating my mom for some ridiculous crap, that I couldn't really do, as I felt myself holding back almost as much as I was delivering my punch's, he was right and I was wrong! No one was hurt during the scuffle and yet afterward as he grabbed one of his guns and threatened to kill me, his son, as he was right and i was wrong. When he drilled a peep hole into the corner of the bathroom floor to peak at my sister getting in and out of the shower, he was right and she was wrong! As a 1st Degree Black Belt of Chyto-ryu Karate, I saw him kick my little petite, 5'2" cherub, of a not athletic at all, mom in the chest, thus breaking 3 of her ribs, he was right and she was wrong. After threatening to shoot my sister for telling anyone about the peep hole, he was right and she was wrong. After defying my grandmothers wishes to distribute her savings when she died to us kids, my mom and him, instead keeping it all for himself and buying a rental property, so he could add comfort to his retirement, did I mention he was an alcoholic, he was right and we were wrong, When my wife and I lost our jobs early in this recent recession and found that my grandmother had an insurance policy for all of us, and tried to collect it, but found that he had gotten both his and mine, while everyone else got theirs, simply because he was named as the executor, if something should happen to her, (I was first born, and back then his own mother still believed that he would do the right thing, but soon learned otherwise, with his womanizing and the beating of my mom, such that on my sisters' policy's he was not named the executor, such that in the end everyone got their money from their policy, even my mom whom was unrelated, except me), he was right and I was wrong. Are you starting to see a pattern here, if you, my sweets, stood up to him you'd either be a smart live quiet person, or a foolish dead one, take your pick. I've tried to talk to him all these many years, and he's always been right and I'm always wrong. If I showed him video of him kicking my mom in the ribs, he'd say I was wrong. And this is only the tip of his iceberg. So what were you saying sweetheart? Do you still want to defend him, making him right yet again and everyone else wrong? Oh yeah early on I heard my mom give him the opportunity to go see a shrink (councilor) he was scared shitless to face himself as then he'd actually have to be wrong for a change. The poor fucking bastard! No sweetheart, if I perchance out live him, I will go to his grave dance around take a piss and shit on his head, and he'll be lucky if I leave the headstone standing; my grandmother (my absolute favorite person of my family) has been dead since 2001 and he has yet to buy her a stone because it'd cut to much into his profits of her money that she really wanted distributed to us all, instead of just him. No sweetie, he's lucky I haven't followed his lead and pulled out a gun on him. That fucker can die in hell!
P.S. He fucked my and my sisters girl friends. He tried to fuck my wife, and after failing, he used to constantly put her down saying, that I, his son, could do better, because he knew that she would probably tell me, she did. Oh recently My sister told me not to mention, (I'm extremely honest, can you tell? Because unlike all the rest of the people of the world I DO NOT FEAR TRUTH, EVEN THAT OF MINE.), the fact of the peep hole in front of her new boyfriend, (she has a child but never got married, but had many boyfriends, i wonder why?...), then I remembered that when my mom finally left him, moving 1,000's of miles away, because he would stalk her, that my sister lived alone with him, this over sexed, I'll fuck anything that walks, even go so far as to look at my daughter through peep hole kind of fucker, for an extended period of time, and that she was threatened by death if she told, and I'm left wondering what actually happened during that time while she was alone with him, with no wife for him to rape and abuse.
So is that what you wanted? Were you fishing for something juicy? I can see no other reason that one would assume as you did, as to my fathers and my character in the face of not possibly, even remotely, knowing either one of us.
Is that why despicable people make such formidable impossible assertions? As a means of flushing out the pheasants? Ill assume your guilt if you're offended as my words, as they only apply to those of guilt, obviously! And I'm the one laying out my 'tender' moments for all to see.
Are we honest, caring, giving, loving adults here, or are we all simply out for ourselves, and may the best man win? Like I've said in the past, if there actually are aliens and they flew by, I'd stick out my thumb, and from afar watch as you all caused the earth to implode, that's my bet, as to what you'll do to her, our mother. I can see the writing on the wall.