It’s super hard to move forward with generational toxicity. I’m really struggling right now with figuring out how to love myself in the context of being brought up as the family scapegoat. It’s hard for me to not be angry. I get to be alive for all of 80 years, and here I’ve had to spend 36 of them not believing I deserve anything good, not trusting myself, pushing down anything I want or need, wondering why I have so much trouble connecting with other people. I want to be mad. But it’s just a distraction, I’ve been mad for years now at this point, I have to move on to being messy and mourning and forgiving her so I can forgive myself. But I think all the time how forgiving her would be so much easier if I didn’t have to deal with her.
What I’m trying to say is that I can relate. I am sorry that you’re having to make tough decisions. Things should have been better for you, 9000%. Keep healing and evolving and breaking patterns, but I admire you so much for being the father that you are and the man that you are knowing even just a little about how you started. You deserved to be safe and loved, that you know how to do that for yourself without anyone showing you, well, I hope I can be like you. I’m trying really hard to get there.