I've really been struggling over the past few months.
When Craig and I got married, I didn't invite my dad to my wedding. Six weeks later he takes his life. Now I realize that he didn't kill himself because of that one thing, but I do feel like it contributed to his suicide. It continues to haunt me. At that time, I felt that my reasoning for not invited him was justified, but now, I wish I had done things so differently. It kills me to think of how he might have felt while me and the rest of the family were celebrating my wedding. I know it really had to hurt him. I had resentment towards him for the abuse my siblins and I recieved from him growing up. Even though we were on civil terms when he died, I still had and have alot of anger towards him. I am so fustrated that I am approaching the 7th anniversary of his suicide and I still suffer like I do. When does this stop! I feel I haven't even addressed my mothers death because I'm so busy struggling with dads death. I feel the wts played a hugh roll in his suicide. The j.w's treating him like crap because he was the *worldly* husband. Mom was a j.w. Craig tells me I've come a long way, that I can't see how far I've come, but when I get in these waves of emotions, it's difficult to see that.
Why can't I forgive myself! Why can't I forgive HIM! Why can't I just accept that I CANNOT control everything in this life! I'm sorry to dump all this on you all.
I know this may be very difficult for some of you to read and for that, I am sorry. I don't mean to upset anyone, but I know a few people here have lost someone to suicide. I know all too well what a unpleasant subject suicide is.
I feel that all those around me feel that I should be well over all this! I may be wrong, but it's something that is never brought up. I feel so along in my grief sometimes.
I just get so tired of putting on a happy face, when deep down inside I am suffering so.
Sorry for being such a downer. It's just a tough time right now. Thanks for letting me get it out and venting.
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