It’s scary to think about breaking the cycle. I think about how past relationships have molded me into a woman lacking self esteem, confidence and the will to stand up and fight for myself. It’s so much easier to sweep problems under the rug. Then I don’t have to dig deep into why I have these problems. I have always chalked my mental health issues to family genetics. Again, it’s been so much easier to blame a family history of mental health issues. It’s a chemical imbalance- here’s some meds. Or I could have been a witness to it my whole life. Maybe it’s a combination.
My mother is perfect in my eyes- beautiful, intelligent, caring, honest, funny, well liked. She is my person in this life. My father grew up in an abusive household. I remember when I wanted to go on an expensive school trip in high school. My dad said the only reason I’m going is because his mother would never let him and he’s going to break the cycle.
Just last year in therapy, at the age of 36, I scratched the surface of some issues I had with my father and opened a wound. From the outside world my dad seemed to have it all- a beautiful wife, 2 great kids, a career in which he was respected, a home he worked hard for, hobbies, friends. Then what was it about us, or his life that made him need to escape? Where was he escaping to? Why did I have to figure out in grammar school what drugs were because of him? I’d find him retreating to his office. I’d put my ear up to the door to hear the “sniffs”. I’d snoop around when he wasn’t home to find the paraphernalia. Why does he smoke weed every day? Why did my mother and brother have to go pick him up from jail because he got caught drinking and driving. He knew I was aware of all of this. It just never got talked about. And it seemed my mother did nothing try to stop it. I don’t know what my transpired between my parents, all I know is that it doesn’t stop. So it made me believe if he could get away with everything then so could I. It made me have this arrogance that I could get away with being reckless as a teenager and adult. It’s almost like a chase- what could I get away with today.
I’m not him. I’m not my father. I’m a wife and a mother, and they need and rely on me. I haven’t always been there for them, especially my husband. I need to be there for myself more too. I have been selfish and naive thinking if I just sweep some of my problems under the rug they’ll go away. I hate the cycle. I have my own cycle I’m stuck in. I’m so sick of it. I have this fantasy of confronting my father and asking him a life time of questions. Maybe one day, but I think some things need to happen in my own life with healing first. I have such a long journey ahead of me.