
As I end this year, of which has been a Let's Really Do Nothing Year and Escape in the Black Hole of Me and Be NoOne and Do Nothing...
I have been in a dark, dark hole this year and it just "hit" me today... In all ways when I was watching Oprah... A show which I really don't "relate" to - she's black, she a ka-zillionaire... Etc. Etc.
But today, the question was put forth, "If I had One Day Left, who would you call?"
I would not call anyone I am a writer, typist and I would write "those" letters that I have wanted to write to people...
Let's See -
Dear Uncle John -
Hi, I have 24 hours left and so I thought that I would write you this letter. Were you ever aware of me? Did you ever love ME? Let me quote one Xmas which I shrugged off at the time - I was at Dad's home and I was wandering around the malls of Nanaimo with you and Aunty Nancy and you looked at me like you had never seen me before and actually said, (and I quote) "OhMyGod, I never knew that YOU were going to be here, at your Dad's, OhMyGod, we never got you a gift." You stared at Aunty Nancy as if she could provide an awe-inspiring answer. I just shrugged it off and said, "Oh that's fine Uncle John, I am just happy to see you and Aunty Nancy."
And I went off in my life feeling invisible, strengthened by your words and actions and gained more weight. To hopefully be what? Noticed by the clan? Nope.
I cannot name ONCE that a clan member called me, wished me Happy Birthday. What a cold fucking family.
But I digress from the REAL letter that I would spend the remaining 23 hours writing.
Dear Daddy,
Will you miss me? Or will you just be pissed off by the inconvenience of having to pay for something of Charlene's once again? i.e. My funeral. I am sure that it will be but a pauper's funeral. Pfffffffffffft. I was NEVER your first choice for finer items in life. Now that she's dead, she doesn't know.
Everyone thought that I thought that you "walked on water" that you were my "Golden" Prince of a Father.
I thought that when I was 10. But let me count the ways that you have, Dear Father, have fallen from your Pedastal. Not very gracefully either.
Let me entitle it, "Did You Ever Notice ME Father? Did you ever KNOW ME?"
When I was 13, I ran away from an extremely abusive situation in Manitoba and yep, in shorts, flip flops, a sweater-tee, and 78cents, I was away. Thinking YOU were my saviour. My Helper. My God.
I arrived on your doorstep, none worse the wear. The treatment "on the road" was actually kinder than any I had experienced at my "Home" You left me to when I was 4. Did you even Care? That you were leaving me, at four, with a Nazi-Hutterite of a step-father? Did you? Ever?
But I arrived on Vancouver Island, after a stranger's help at HorseShoe Bay Ferries, of cash help. Of which the man told me, "Are you running TO help? Or are you running away? If you are running away, I won't help you, because my daughter ran away when she was about your age, and I have never seen her since."
He fed me dinner, of my choice (fish and chips, all the way, exotic to me then, as I was now on the westcoast and of course, FISH). Plus he gave me 2 50$, to get onto the ferry with and a cab to get home with.
Funny the things one's mind remembers...
But you, "Dear" Daddy, were not there, as you were busily sailing back from your "Around the World Adventure" Sailing trip. Of which your ex-wife, called via the radio phone, onto your boat, "YOUR daughter has left, she is probably dead by now, but thought I should tell you, she is PROBABLY ON HER WAY TO YOU. ALTHOUGH WHY I WILL NEVER FUCKING UNDERSTAND."
Did you care then that I was perhaps DEAD?
I saw you with Jan, your BEAUTIFUL now EX, at your boat, walking towards you, and wanting to run to you and hug you, my GOLDEN/BLONDE DADDY. Wanting to finally be YOUR LITTLE GIRL, loved.
Instead what occurred was THIS: You turned towards me and stated, as you twirled in the chair, "Charlene..." and promptly projectile vomitted all over the floor.
No sound in the room, of which there were about 30 adults and ME. Only DEAD/PETRIFIED silence.
Then
ONE
MINUTE
LATER...
Jan's shocked words, "OH DANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN..."
Of which I turned to stare at her, wordlessly.
I never talked for the next thirty days, nodding or shaking my head were my only replies.
Then I moved out to YOUR home at nineteen, of which you began your EXTREME CONTROL of me, but I DIDN'T CARE at 19, BECAUSE I WAS WITH MY GOLDEN FATHER.
BLAH.
My introduction to your "World" was that you were a drunk, you abused your title of Dentist by having, after hours, "Gas, gas, gas" Parties/Orgies. Of which, once, ***** and I arrived "home" and heard "noises" from downstairs/your dental office. Of which ***** being the more curiouser one of the two of us, I could not care less... Went downstairs to investigate. Very quickly ***** was back and stated quite honestly, Hey the dental gas is flowing downstairs and everyone is naked down there."
Needless to say we deserted my HOME.
Another weekend, another gas, gas, gas party. I arrived home and you, Dear Daddy, were downstairs, quite crazed and when you heard me upstairs, came upstairs with what I think, in memory, was a shot-gun, and your crazed/gassed up eyes/thinking you told me, Are you safe? I am going to protect you THE RUSSIANS ARE COMING.
I was like WTF?
You opened up the upstairs windows and promptly shot the streetlights out. I just watched, once again MUTE.
Fascination? Shock? Who's to say?
Then you turned my way, saying, I GOT THE RUSSIANS!!! See? I shot out their planes' headlights. So you are safe.
I just shook my head. My Fucked up Father and I am "supposed" to be Normal. Hmmmmm...
I did not know which woman to call.
I called Michelle and she stated, after I asked her IF I should call an ambulance for my Father, her reply - DON'T DO THAT, HE WILL LOSE HIS LICENCE. I WILL BE RIGHT OVER.
In Michelle speak, that means THAT WILL BE THE END OF THE GRAVY TRAIN OF $$$$$$
You ditched Jan.
Did I have a say? No.
You MARRIED Michelle. I won't even go there. I would be writing for DAYS/YEARS/IONS... She is so justNOTthere. A breath of fresh air? No a vaccuum. She sucks away peace piranha.
I watched throughout the years as I began to "disappear" in your eyes.
Or did I ever exist for you? I wonder.
One year you bought me hair products for Xmas, about 300$ worth, which was hilarious because I had shaved off my head 3 weeks before. To help a friend with her cancer baldness and "gave" her my waist-length hair. But you were NEVER attached/entrenched into my life, that you were not aware. So there was shocked silence as I laffed at the gift, as I removed the cowboy hat, and bandanna and presented you with my PROUD bald head. Of which your interpretation was, "Are you gay?"
On Gay Dyke Women, to you, shaved their heads.
BLAH.
You hated/hate every man I have ever loved. I have never asked you why. Belittling all of them, after the fact as they passed from my world. Never taking joy in the fact that your Daughter was able to BE IN LOVE, fully and completely.
They were men I LOVED. For FUCK'S SAKE. I LOVED THEM. Shit, shit, shit. In fact I even contemplated making babies with 2 of them. But you just belittled.
One time Chelsea and I were at the house, Departure Bay, and being females fussing in the bathroom, doing hair, perfume, lipgloss (okay that was my type of fussing LOL) When I came out, twirling in my outfit, Dear Daddy your words were, "At least my Daughter is NOT the fat daughter."
Another time, after Grandma S. died, you GAVE Chelsea GRANDMA'S car, stating that there was money owing on it AND I WAS NOT RESPONSIBLE ENOUGH to make the payments. Yet Chelsea, being 15 years younger WAS? Which was complete bullshit because MILLIONAIRE FATHER would not let his Mother have a car OWING money on. Give me a FUCKING BREAK. D-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... When do I come out? Number one? Acknowledged? Always running on the treadmill BEHIND Chelsea BECAUSE you married her Mother. So I once again, disappeared. Slooooowly. Once again, yep.
Of which I internalized that by ballooning to my now 200 pounds and Chelsea became NOT THE FAT DAUGHTER.
Shit shit shit.
I told Aunty Betty Ann one year, once again, at Departure Bay, that I had Grandma's dress (after Grandma S's passing) that she had worn to Aunty BettyAnn's wedding. And Aunty BettyAnn said that Wow, I would love to see it, I don't remember it.
Of which your contribution was, Dear Daddy, "Why would you want to see it? It was probably 2nd hand when she bought it, nothing was ever BRAND NEW for Mom. Never."
Shocked silence once again. What do you say to such a fucking stupid statement? Especially from me, your daughter, who is an AVID thrift store shopper and would NEVER NEVER NEVER buy NEW whatfor? Inflated prices anyways.
I watched in silence as Chelsea, my step-sister EVERY XMAS got 15 presents to my ONE ONE ONE gift every year.
One year when I lived with *** Dear Daddy, you sent me LINGERIE for Xmas - *** sat there in silence as I opened it and looked at the gift card, "Your FATHER sent you LINGERIE for a PRESENT? XMAS? THAT'S SOOOOO FUCKED UP ON SO MANY LEVELS."
I just said, "So what - it's for fucking, isn't it? Let's fuck."
Yeah.
You came to my HOME, my trailer, YOU BOUGHT FOR ME, DEAR DADDY, and in a drunken almost stupor, with a SILENT Michelle, BLAH... Called me a LAZY STUPID FAT WHORE.
Of which I internalized and gained more weight.
Well you, for me too, no longer "CONTROL" me - "DEAR DADDY" I am saying Goodbye to you. I am making a resolution in 2008 NOT to contact you EVER in 2008. What for?
My best friend, and confidante, Narda and I have a "joke" about you, Dear Daddy. It goes something like this...
Isn't My Daddy such a warm, caring demonstrative MAN?
No your DADDY is just a DEMON. PERIOD.
And her and I burst out in laughter. Gales of laughter.
I can't handle you Dear Daddy, no more.
I need to grab MY LIFE. At last. And find ME. Learn to LOVE ME. In 2008.