Words fail me. Well, not exactly fail obviously, or I
wouldn’t be writing this, but sometimes I’m not sure that the words inside me
should be allowed out. Words are such dependable things if you know how to use
them. The problem is that we often don’t.
My wife’s father died at the weekend. She mentioned it,
almost in passing, as we were driving along. For a moment I was a little rocked
and began to say something sympathetic which of course was wholly
inappropriate; the man was a philandering bully who’d walked out on my wife and
her mother after years of rages, physical violence, and controlling behaviour.
My wife was thirteen at the time. There followed a few years of enforced and
quite degrading arranged meetings where, if he was in a good mood, keep-money
would exchange hands. I guess we’d call it maintenance these days.
He was an awful man and after a while the money stopped, he
didn’t ask to see her, and they didn’t see each other for 35 years despite him
living in the same town. Then a few years ago he began to make noises about
wanting to see my wife. Of course, as ever, it was all on his terms and she was
to contact him. She didn’t and rightly so. It was for him to make the first
move, seek forgiveness, admit to his shame, but of course he didn’t. Controlling
bullies are like that.
When she heard from her mother that this man was dead my
wife was given a number to ring. It belonged to the son of the woman he ran off
with. She didn’t want to call. She told me that it felt like her father was
controlling her from beyond the grave. In all honesty I could see her point,
but eventually she did ring. I listened to the conversation, the words she
used, the dignified way she told this stranger that she wouldn’t be going to
the funeral and thanking him for letting her know. Afterwards she told me that
this man, who may well be her father’s natural son, sounded shocked that she
wouldn’t be going to see her father buried. What a fool he must be.
My wife’s father has been dead to her for years; a memory
and a very bad one at that. Even now she still worries over those terrible
times. I personally hope that he burns in hell. As many things do, his death
made me think about my own trashy parental circumstance. It seems that her
father and my father are out of the same dirty barrel; expecting respect where
none is deserved, bullying because it makes them feel like the men they aren’t,
controlling because they have no self control. As I said: I hope that he burns
in hell.
Words are such dependable things if you know how to use
them. The problem is that I often don’t. I hope that when it’s my turn to make
the call I can do it with the same control, restraint, and dignity my wife showed.
I don’t think I will, but I was really proud of her and the way she handled
that conversation.
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteShe isn't usually. But she did this so well.
Mark McNicholas
ReplyDeleteWell done Gaynor.
Fraser Stewart
ReplyDeleteYou have a lovely wife, a gem. Yet there is a feeling of sadness that men are often so inadequate with feelings. I'm a single father with a beautiful boy whom I love dearly. I am aware of weak and imperfect I am yet I have a profound and privileged responsibility to bring him up to be a man; a man with a strong sense of worth and self-respect where he will show a respect to fellow men and women; where he is gentle and strong in equal measures and is able to treat a woman with the respect she deserve. Sometime as a father the sense of responsibility is overwhelming and I feel so inadequate but I can say sorry to him when I have been wrong. I feel sad that many fathers are often tarred by the same brush as your wife's father but I have had a wonderful father (with all his faults). I admire your wife because she had dealt with this in such a dignified manner. I hope I'm not writing out of turn.
Laura Keegan
ReplyDeleteI think she has full control. Good for her. X
Lindsey Messenger
ReplyDeleteGosh that was a sad blog ...so makes me appreciate my loving parents xx
David Bell
ReplyDeleteTaking control!
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteNot speaking out of turn at all Fraser Stewart. Thanks.
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteA little sad Lindsey Messenger. The up side is that he's gone now, so Gaynor won't have to worry about bumping in to him any more. Thirty five years is long enough.
Catherine Halls-Jukes on FB
ReplyDeleteOut of 2 negative father experiences came 2 people who found each other and have broken the cycle. Be proud of that x
Andrew Height
ReplyDeleteMine still goes on. But at least I'm not scared of him no matter how hard he tries.