Re: my dad went NC with me!

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,I'm so sorry your father refuses to accept any responsibility for what

happened to you in your childhood.Maybe it's easy for him to move on and have

his nice little life with Helen,but you are dealing with some very serious

consequences.

I agree with you that you don't need him: you don't need to cater to someone

who is so effing cavalier about your pain.

Once again,I feel pissed off for you.

I don't think that you're being stupid at all.

((((((HUGS)))))

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> Hi Y'all,

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> Well, you know how we're always talking in the group about going NC with our

Borderline parents? Well, apparently my father went NC with me...and I didn't

even know it! I've tried to call him for 3 weeks and he hasn't called me back.

Then last night, my sister calls me and I am all, " Where is dad? How come he

isn't calling me back? " And she's all, " Well, he's mad at you. " I said, " What

did I do? " -- sad when I don't even know, but whatever. She said she didn't

know. I call him again... " why are you mad at me? "

> No response.

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> Today, I wake up and have this email (wow, this Monday is turning out GREAT

and it's not even 7 am!):

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> " I am done with you. You sent a really mean email to Helen and I'm

tired of you. "

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> There was more, but I'll spare y'all. Suffice it to say that all it was

missing was, " go kill yourself...nobody cares. "

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> First of all, Helen is his new wife and I did not send a mean email to HER. It

was actually a Facebook comment, not an email, and I directed at him, not Helen.

Helen's daughter had posted a pic of herself and her sister from Halloween and

the comment under it said, " my girls " and was under my dad's name. I guess

Helen was using his name? Anyway, I wrote " really? " underneath. Apparently it

made him mad at me and he has now decided to cut me off. That was my " mean

email. "

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> As a tiny history....my dad was NEVER there for me as a child and would never

use the words " my girls " to describe me or my sister. Then he marries Helen and

he's all father of the year to her daughters (who are between the ages of me and

my sister).

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> How do I feel, you ask? I don't even know. Last night I dreamed I was crying

hysterically because I want a mother and everyone around me was making fun of

me. Then my grandmother showed up in my dream (she died in '99) and told me I

was acting stupid. I'll blame the dream on Seroquel, but I guess I am acting

stupid. I'm a grown woman, right? Well, most of me anyway. I can parent

myself. Whatever. I don't need him...or any parents for that matter.

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