Guilt is the Shadow in the Mirror

All he said is your daddy has done away with himself. I screamed then said on the way. Calling right back to ask were they sure he’s dead? Yes. I think years of abuse left a permanent hole in my heart. I go there to do actions requiring no emotions. It’s like auto pilot, it has served me well. I started to think about work, who I needed to call. I’m driving with emergency lights on going 100 mph calling my work team. I stayed in auto pilot until I pulled up to my grandparents.

Estranged since a teen, I thought it odd when he started calling. He sounded delusional and extremely paranoid. Nothing made sense, he was not talking in sentences. I pieced together he didn’t have any money and couldn’t work. Why he could not work must have come from the madness.

I would do anything to avoid my granny being hurt. I paid his bills. Over the next several months the phone calls were my hell on earth. He would threaten to kill himself then go off on what didn’t sound like words. I couldn’t make out anything he was saying as he yelled in the phone. I would keep trying to redirect him back to our conversation. I did not tell anyone what daddy said. He was mentally ill. It had been years since we talked, maybe this was his norm. I didn’t know.

Everyone sitting in the floor when I entered the door. The first words out of my mouth were he told me. I felt overwhelming guilt, I let my family down. I knew it wasn’t logical but emotions rarely are. My mind scrambled, my father sexually abused me and I’m feeling guilty. I forgave my father, cut him out of my life, paid bills and feel guilty.

My grandparents and I went to daddy’s the next morning. The disarray would alert anyone something was wrong. On his coffee table, his lockbox open with every card I had ever given him, every school photo. The divorce paperwork to my mother laid on the table, his bible open to Job. You could see tear stains on the pages. The house had papers scattered everywhere, dishes piled up, everything thrown around. My father had reached the bottom long ago and no one knew.

I found a shoe box full of cassette tapes from recorded phone conversations. It took seven months to listen to every tape. I would have a couple of drinks, listen and cry. Like a tornado in my head, being in the house my sexual abuse took place, daddy putting 357 mag to my head, being a drug addict and my boyfriend and I planning how to kill my father. These are the times the hole in my heart is useful. Granny didn’t know about the abuse and went to her grave not knowing. To help my granny cope, I would not cry or show emotion around her. I wanted to piece her heart back together. Holding emotions inside extended my grieving process a long seven years.

A couple of weeks later the morgue called asking me to pick up the gun. Ring the side door bell, someone brought the original suicide note, autopsy report and gun with dried blood. My mind could not prepare for reading the autopsy report. Every detail of how he shot himself. The trajectory of bullet, lobes damaged, bones crushed and exit wounds.

I believe my father died so I could live. Learning about his mental illness pointed me to my own. Thru ancestry I connected with daddy’s half-brother and several family members. There were over ten suicides  in only three generations and many now with severe mental illness.





  1. Oh Twin, I’m sorry you had to go through to all that. You are so strong and I admire you so much!
    I hope that writing about it, made you feel much better. I LOVE that song 🙂
    And we are in March! 🙂

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    1. Twin P
      When younger I thought my life was so hard and why did God let these things happen. I now understand there are millions with basic living so much worse. I feel for children and elderly. I’m so excited to start my charity, The Pud’n Cup Charity. My first goal is to supply kids with fun educational books. While working on building small libraries, my focus is supplying baby items to Women’s Shelters. I love helping people, my heart has healed by helping.
      Don’t go throwing around admire lightly, that’s a big heart talking.
      Twin M

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  2. Dear M. It is a touching story and your accomplishments in finding the light in your life speak of your strength. There are so many things out of your control yet you dealt with it and didn’t let the darkness define your light. You are the Warrior. Hugz

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    1. Hello my friend Van
      My life has taken many turns, the experiences shaped the person I am today. I’ve healed with the help of God and my grandparents, do not live with hatred in my heart and my past doesn’t direct my future. I call my life a blessing. Life could have ended early or I could walk around full of misery. It’s sad sometimes not to know what normal childhood is like. I turned out stable, alcohol and drug free and above all I accept my mistakes. So many people around the world have life unbearable to think of, I remember how blessed I am. Thank you for reading Van. You’ve been a good friend and I appreciate your comments. Each one brings a smile to my face, it’s a gesture of empathy.
      Have a great weekend.

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