I feel too compelled to say something and not let a chance get away from me to say something someone might find helpful as I feel like my insides are
trying to tear themselves out of my skin right now and the feeling is killing me…
That’s because I just woke up only minutes ago to be informed that someone in my family lost his battle with depression, loneliness, substances,
not belonging, and many other demons while I slept last night. I’m not sure how or anything, I can’t handle picturing it, I made that mistake
before and so forever after I know that details and imagery are not good for me in tragic situations. Though I have only said it once I believe on
here and never shared it with a soul in real life, at a certain age I was informed that I had been tricked by a few other family members in my life to
whom I am not actually related but who simply played a part while I was young but in truth, my great-grandfather was a murderer and my grandpa, an
executed prolific serial killer. I made the mistake of pulling all his trial records and reading everything they knew about his crimes and all I can
say is I wish I didn’t know any of it, it is a horrible thing to know who, and how, and to be able to picture things. But given the sudden guilt
I’m drowning in, if I ever learn enough about last night to picture it I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it at all.
This person who left us last night now…he did something just one time that I cut him out of my life for. For years even when he would send me a
message saying hello or something, I would block him and in a way that he would be informed he was blocked. Or someone would be on the phone with him
right next to me and would ask if I’d like to say hello to him or wish him a happy birthday and he would hear them ask me and then hear my, “no
thank you.”
Now this thing he did, we were both out of it “ “ and had just had a wonderful time together that night. And it didn’t go far at all, I put a
stop to it immediately but felt very uncomfortable afterwards. In just the last 10 minutes though, I have seen clear suddenly and I don’t know if
what I did was ok or…I mean I am an absolute mess. I told one person about it before and was told that he did the best he could and was the best
person he could be given what he grew up with. You see, he’s much older so he was right there in the middle of horrible things that occurred all
before I was born but were real life for him. He didn’t have a healthy modeling of healthy love and behavior like I did, as I had the most
sacrificial father who spent every second not working with my sister and me and to this day isn’t afraid to kiss me on the lips and say I love you
son, and my mom is an angel straight from heaven. I often am surprised and at first don’t understand how to relate because I never imagine people
not having a mom and dad like mine. And to have them into my 40s, I’m so blessed. I mean, he didnt have anything like that too…he was probably
just unable to understand feeling so connected that night and like we were so great friends for each other.
And so I just look at what I did after what he did and I mean, it didn’t get anywhere again I stopped it. We were totally “goofy” too and had
seratonin booming from going out dancing. All these years I made sure he knew that I didn’t accept him or he didn’t meet my standards to as much
as speak to me. And for what? A moment of confusion I only now see meant nothing but he loved me and had never been shown a healthy family anywhere to
know how to act. And maybe if I had been his friend and not cut him out like so so many people in his life did, and he was homosexual and not accepted
by his parents or brother…my immediate family never cared though in fact my first gay bar was opening night when he owned a gay disco back in the
80s I was 2 or 3 and my sister 5 and we cut a rug til late night the two of us with my mom and dad to support him. He suffered so much and was
rejected so much and I had years to understand his mistake and accept him and love him. But I only now know that.
Just an hour ago I had no clue it had any consequence at all. So if anyone loves or ever did have love for someone out there for whom they hold a
grudge, just understand that what I have learned in this very moment of time is that when given the option, I think forgiving and accepting and loving
someone is somethng you won’t ever in any circumstance live to regret. However holding a grudge, ignoring and cutting out someone, punishing
someone, my God what is it for? I mean what did it do for me? And how could I have….
I just don’t know I’m an absolute mess right now…never mind maybe?
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