Friday, January 06, 2012

Not the reaction I thought I'd have

My mother tells me that our family patriarch is fading fast. He is frail and his memory comes and goes. She doesn't expect him to live much longer.

I don't care.

This is not the reaction I thought I would have. For he molested me when I was in high school and continued to behave inappropriately toward me all the way into my 30s, when I finally decided I would not put up with it anymore. I have not been in the same room with him since.

My relationship with him was major and has had an impact across my entire life. So when I imagined this inevitable turn of events, I always thought I'd have a bigger reaction. Relief. Or maybe a desire for reconciliation/resolution. Nope. I don't feel anything that complicated at all.

Actually, my overriding emotion is annoyance. Because when the old bastard finally does kick, I'll have to get out of town. Fast. For if I don't have an emergency, albeit quickly fabricated, trip to visit a friend who needs me, I'll either have to attend his wake and funeral (most emphatically not happening) or just stay home. And that would put me in the position of either lying about why I'm not there or explaining to relatives that he fondled and tormented me, and I don't think they want to hear that.

So I have to go out of town to visit a friend. On short notice. The one I want is the one I always turn to when times are tough -- my best friend. He has a way of making my world make sense, no matter what is going on. But he's a straight man and I don't think (OK, I know) his wife wouldn't welcome my sudden appearance on their doorstep.

I'm actually thinking of a solo escape to Vegas. It's easy to book a last-minute flight and I could play some slots in the casino and get a massage and pedi in the salon while my family is busy eulogizing and planting the old boy.

I know this is a weird post, but this is a weird situation, isn't it?

Oh well, the old turd is still breathing. So I don't have to do anything about anything right now.

7 comments:

  1. i think it is the reaction of protection.
    you are welcome to come to st louis gal.

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  2. I think your Vegas getaway would be ideal. Some pampering would be wonderful.

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  3. if you didn't mention before, hm, then might be the best or worse of times. people don't tend to pick and bother on one person but sly up on several. you may get more sympathizers than you expect.

    I sorta expected that when a community member here died that people would come in glee to spit on his grave but there were no scenes. I expected I'd be feeling something of cathartic closure but it was more "meh. not worth the neurons and moving on" sort of reaction.

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  4. Anonymous10:20 AM

    Hopefully when the time comes, you'll have figured out a plan to get out of town. Maybe you can figure out a "business" trip excuse that pops up just at the right time.

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  5. Dear Gal,

    Alas, an emergency will soon arise with which I will urgently need your help. I hope you can come to Rhode Island to help me, and enjoy our beautiful state. I'm unsure exactly when this emergency will happen, but I just know it will coincide with certain uncomfortable events in your own life. Much as I hate to call you away, I just know I won't be able to muddle through without you.

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  6. Thanks to all of you. I have the bestest readers in the blogosphere.

    And Pearl, you may be right. He remarried a woman with two "older" girls, but since I was 15 or 16, "older" was really 19 or 20. Both lived under his roof. I worry that they became his "private stock." But I can't think about that now.

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  7. I'm having the same reaction to the fact that my parents are failing. My father molested me for a time when I was around 10/11 and I've cut myself off from both of them during the last 10 years or so. Luckily for me I'm on a different continent from them.

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