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You once told me that family is the most important thing. That family is everything, that as long as we have each other nothing can break us.
I wonder if you remember that.
I wonder if you remember how happy we were. Did it torture you as it tortures me?
It was you and I against the world. There was no obstacle we couldn’t overcome together, no problem you couldn’t fix for me.
So why couldn’t you fix yourself?
Everyday I wondered who you would be. Would you be the twinkly eyed, funny, caring person I loved? Or would you be him?
Today you were him. Today you came into my room and I could smell it on you instantly. But I knew before that. I knew when the dog pushed into my room, head bowed, and tail between her legs.
I could hear the fighting downstairs.
I was hiding in my room, playing music and pretending I didn’t know what was happening. You couldn’t let me though. Why wouldn’t you let me hide in my world of pretend?
I heard the inevitable march up the stairs as you came to see if I was all right. I wonder if you really cared or just wanted me to make you feel better and reassure you that everything was as it should be.
You entered and I sat up, though I avoided eye contact. Perhaps in the hopes that you might not stay long, but you sat down on the bed next to me and I felt my heart sink.
Your hands were shaking as you patted the dog. She shied away, as though sensing that today you weren’t right. Then you looked at me for the longest time without saying a word. I didn’t look at you, I couldn’t.
You said you loved me. I didn’t respond. Today I didn’t love you.
We stayed silent for a while. I just petted the dog, happy for any distraction.
“Do you love me?” You asked, though your words were slurred.
I could feel the tears rising. You would always do this. You would prod me and goad me into saying something that would upset you, almost as if you wanted me to hurt you.
Today I decided to be honest. I figured you would forget by tomorrow, that’s how it would go, a vicious cycle of us hurting each other over and over.
“I miss you.”
You began to cry and tried to touch my hand but I moved it away.
“I’m right here.”
“It’s not you today.”
“I love you, baby.”
I felt a tear run down my cheek and hastened to wipe it away. You always called me your baby, your little girl, but after so many times it started to lose meaning.
Yes the alcohol doesn’t make you violent like it does to so many others, but there are other ways to abuse your family. Ways that don’t leave marks on the skin. I was tired. Tired of the endless cycle of wondering who you would be today, what you would do next.
You systematically destroyed our lives by only thinking about yourself and your pain.
It’s as though the drink possessed you and sucked away everything that made you special. It sucked away your life.
Sometimes I would wish you had died back then in the hospital. I know it sounds horrible but at least I could’ve remembered you the way you were and not as the man who sat with me on the bed today.
Today.
Today was the day you died.
I guess your body couldn’t take the abuse anymore. You died in my arms.
And now as I look down at your face, I see you. Now it is you.
I smile, lean down and whisper into your ear. “It’s OK Daddy. I love you. You’re free now.”
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