I got a package in the mail from my (estranged) family and it was a very odd feeling. Like something was strangling me. I wanted to cry. I opened the package and it was a few tea towels with "New Zealand" on them and a pair of ear rings, with a card saying we all miss you etc. I know my dad sent this without my mum knowing because it was straight from the gift shop. Kind of pathetic, a happy birthday present that was generic and strange...
My dad never stood up for me when I was young but he was not abusive, it was my mother. It's really hard having to cut off my whole family because of my mother's persistent toxic and abusive behaviour, and my five younger siblings who some of them have no Idea what I went through, because I protected them from a lot of it. My dad always wants to pretend like nothing happened, and everything is fine, and I was just a difficult teenager who chose to ran away at 15 for no reason other than my obstinate nature.
Makes me sad, but I know I am doing a whole lot better since I started this journey and admitted to myself how damaged I really am from my childhood. I wish my dad would leave me alone because any contact now just reminds me of the sadness and pain.