Yes, those are the words my father wrote to me in an e-mail today. Not literally those words, but basically. If that's how he feels, fine, because as of today, in my mind, my father is officially dead.
Most on here know of my ongoing problems with him. As he usually does, he contacted me on my birthday, with a check. As I always do, I thanked him. I wrote him a correspondence a short time later, about my shattered feelings, and about all the awful things, he has done to hurt and harm me. The letter, as one might expect, included some hurt, and also some anger. My situation with him isn't pretty. I certainly did not expect him to agree with everything I said, but an acknowlegement of something like "Mitch, I'm sorry I hurt you, and I want to work this out with you, so that we can have something going forward". would have been appropriate. In his letter today, all he did is bitch about his alimony obligation, and to tell me he doesnt "have time to deal with the problems he has with me, or my "psychobabble". There was not one constructive thing in that letter, or anything concilatory. It was merely a rant from a miserable old man who doesnt like how his life turned out. I was thinking back on the lives of my two grandfathers. My maternal grandfather, lost his life's work at age 65, when his pizza oven business failed during the recession of 1974. What did he do? He didnt trash his children or his grandson, or his wife of 37 years. He picked himself by the bootstraps, and went back to being a CPA, the profession he had a license for, but had put on the back burner for 22 years, to focus on his oven business. I knew about what happened to his business, and tried never to bring it up to him, because of the hurt I knew he had. Occasionally, my grandfather discussed it, saying something like "When Harvic was alive, I did this". He used to always say to me "If I didnt have Grandma, your mom, your aunts, and you, I might have packed it all in, but I knew I couldnt, because I had so many people who loved me". Alan, my father, used to make fun of my grandfather, calling him a "drunken failure". Alan, you son of a bitch, my grandfather was more of a man then you''ll ever be. At least he didnt trash his children, for everyone else in his life.
Alan's father, too, had business problems in his life. He had several jobs that didnt work out, and several failed businesses. My paternal grandfather was a complex person, but he wasnt a bad man. He was with his wife, his children, and me, until the end. There was no way in hell he would have sacrificed any of his children.
So, Alan, if you dont have time to deal with my "psychobabble", fine, you dont ever have to deal with me again, you prick, for the rest of your miserable life. Just keep dealing with, and sucking up to, your filthy slut, who has done everything to pull us apart. That is who you need to be with, and the only person who matters to you.
In my mind, you are dead, Alan. Even if in the future you ever try to contact me, you cannot retract what you did. If you had sent me a letter about your hurt feelings, I never would have responded with such a cold, callous reply, even if I didnt agree with you. For you not to agree with me, that is your right, and I accept that, and would have been willing to talk to you about it, but to tell me you dont have time to deal with my "psychobabble". No. That is saying fuck you for life to me. If that's how you feel, fine, be that way, you fuck!
I expect I'm going to get feedback on this of both sides. However, before I get ripped, I would like those who choose to do so, to think of how they would feel, if they received a letter like that from a father, after they wrote them about their hurt feelings, when the father had a lifetime, of causing hurt and harm.
That's all. I'm done. Today is day one of the rest of my life without Alan. Hopefully, I will have a wonderful prosperous life, and a force greater than either myself or Alan, will punish that son of a bitch, and his slut, for all the pain and harm he's caused me.
Fuck you, Alan, go to hell!
Mitch
Most on here know of my ongoing problems with him. As he usually does, he contacted me on my birthday, with a check. As I always do, I thanked him. I wrote him a correspondence a short time later, about my shattered feelings, and about all the awful things, he has done to hurt and harm me. The letter, as one might expect, included some hurt, and also some anger. My situation with him isn't pretty. I certainly did not expect him to agree with everything I said, but an acknowlegement of something like "Mitch, I'm sorry I hurt you, and I want to work this out with you, so that we can have something going forward". would have been appropriate. In his letter today, all he did is bitch about his alimony obligation, and to tell me he doesnt "have time to deal with the problems he has with me, or my "psychobabble". There was not one constructive thing in that letter, or anything concilatory. It was merely a rant from a miserable old man who doesnt like how his life turned out. I was thinking back on the lives of my two grandfathers. My maternal grandfather, lost his life's work at age 65, when his pizza oven business failed during the recession of 1974. What did he do? He didnt trash his children or his grandson, or his wife of 37 years. He picked himself by the bootstraps, and went back to being a CPA, the profession he had a license for, but had put on the back burner for 22 years, to focus on his oven business. I knew about what happened to his business, and tried never to bring it up to him, because of the hurt I knew he had. Occasionally, my grandfather discussed it, saying something like "When Harvic was alive, I did this". He used to always say to me "If I didnt have Grandma, your mom, your aunts, and you, I might have packed it all in, but I knew I couldnt, because I had so many people who loved me". Alan, my father, used to make fun of my grandfather, calling him a "drunken failure". Alan, you son of a bitch, my grandfather was more of a man then you''ll ever be. At least he didnt trash his children, for everyone else in his life.
Alan's father, too, had business problems in his life. He had several jobs that didnt work out, and several failed businesses. My paternal grandfather was a complex person, but he wasnt a bad man. He was with his wife, his children, and me, until the end. There was no way in hell he would have sacrificed any of his children.
So, Alan, if you dont have time to deal with my "psychobabble", fine, you dont ever have to deal with me again, you prick, for the rest of your miserable life. Just keep dealing with, and sucking up to, your filthy slut, who has done everything to pull us apart. That is who you need to be with, and the only person who matters to you.
In my mind, you are dead, Alan. Even if in the future you ever try to contact me, you cannot retract what you did. If you had sent me a letter about your hurt feelings, I never would have responded with such a cold, callous reply, even if I didnt agree with you. For you not to agree with me, that is your right, and I accept that, and would have been willing to talk to you about it, but to tell me you dont have time to deal with my "psychobabble". No. That is saying fuck you for life to me. If that's how you feel, fine, be that way, you fuck!
I expect I'm going to get feedback on this of both sides. However, before I get ripped, I would like those who choose to do so, to think of how they would feel, if they received a letter like that from a father, after they wrote them about their hurt feelings, when the father had a lifetime, of causing hurt and harm.
That's all. I'm done. Today is day one of the rest of my life without Alan. Hopefully, I will have a wonderful prosperous life, and a force greater than either myself or Alan, will punish that son of a bitch, and his slut, for all the pain and harm he's caused me.
Fuck you, Alan, go to hell!
Mitch
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