Sweet Shoppe Designs

Journalling
When I think about my childhood I don’t remember happy father-daughter moments. I remember hurt, anger and pain. You were rarely home and when you were it wasn’t a pleasent time for us. Now that I am grow, married and have a child of my own I could never imagine being the kind of person that you are. The fact that you can look me in the
eye now and not believe that you did anything wrong is unbelievable to me. That you could actually think that you were a great father while you were beating my brothers and molesting me. That is exactly why you are no longer part of my life. My daughter will never call you Grandpa. You will never be invited to her birthday party or even
Christmas dinner. I have forgiven you and I’m no longer angry because that gives you the control and I’m not allowing you to have that part of me ever again. I will never forget what you did to us.
And I could never trust you in my life or with my child. But I do want to thank you. As odd as that might sound to some. I want to thank you for showing me the kind of man that I didn’t want to marry. For showing me the kind of parent NOT to be. And for making me the person I am. Had you not been so abusive I would not have become
the person I am today. A strong, independent, curagous SURVIVOR. I’m no longer the victim of the pain you inflicted. And you will never have that control over me again.

Credits
Miriam Lima's Garden Tea Party ~ flowers and swirls
SSD's Some Kind of Wonderful ~ Background paper and word tiles