Not too long after my father told me that he was done with me, that he wouldn’t talk to me anymore, after he rejected me once again, he started calling again.
He’s been calling several times day, and surprisingly been pretty pleasant which usually leads up to unpleasantness…. but here’s what really bothers me about this story…
He has NOT called my sister. He won’t. But he calls me because he knows I am so desperate to be loved I will take whatever anyone will give me, any scrap, no matter how unhealthy or not good for me. He knows, no matter what horror he has done I will take him back with open arms.
I am so pathetic.
And now, every time my text message dings I get a sick feeling in my stomach, worried it’s that family member again with more to say. He has now added to my PTSD. Thanks so much.