It has been more than a year sine I have written on this blog. I had my reasons for my disappearance. I had a following and questioning that was getting too much for me to handle.
The past year has brought me many surprises. I could tally them in detail here, although what’s the point. In love, out of love, lost love…and the sum of it all; love sucks.
Maybe I am not fit for love. Maybe I am not made to be loved. Sure I have been loved, only if I acted a certain way, did certain things, moved to a certain place and most recently if I spent enough money.
What I find funny is that I am where I started when I started writing this blog. Back to me and Anastasia, my daughter.
Which has had it’s own issues. I have spent the last eight years raising my daughter the best I knew how. I have been told I spoil her. I can’t help it, I love her. She is not a spoiled brat, although she is spoiled.
Yesterday she told me she thinks I hate her.
She was in trouble, matter of fact she got herself into a lot of trouble. And while I was in the middle of pointing out where she messed up and was correcting her she blurted that out.
Let’s go back for a minute… I have always felt I was lingering on a bad parent raising Anastasia. I have done my best. I know that. Although I have always felt like I could do better. Her getting into trouble every year in school has proved that point over and over to me. I could do better.
Although when she told me this yesterday something in me broke. I am not sure what although something broke. Why try any more? I have put every ounce of energy into her that I could and she thinks I could hate her? I don’t want to try anymore. I don’t want to fail anymore. I am tired of failing at the family/love thing.
Maybe I really am a bad father… It’s not like there is an instruction booklet and pop quiz or test that tells me I am or am not a good father. I did my best, she thinks I hate her. Where else have I to go?
I think of it as a sucker punch that put me one knee down. (I am too stubborn to admit I might be on both knees)
So, I have no answers and for the first time I have run out of questions. I am truly broken.
