Everyone goes through tough situations in their lives. During these trying times, a person can be in
a relationship with someone else that is not fulfilling whatsoever. The relationship continues to exist because
both parties feel that they need one another for a specific reason. Neither party will realize that he or she
could have existed without the other until a major event drives them
apart. I had this type of relationship
with my father.
The relationship my father and I shared was based mostly
around material goods. I have a
condition known as Cerebral Palsy. This
makes it difficult for me to traverse any kind of incline. At the time, I thought I was unable to obtain
my own place. I worked ten to twelve
hours a day at my call center job. I
remained ignorant to every other aspect of my life. I did not really notice my father’s health
like I should have. I was too busy
trying to climb the corporate ladder to really focus on my father’s health. He took thirteen pills twice a day. Most of the pills were for difficulties with
the heart. My father had quadruple
bypass surgery in May of 2004. He wanted
to get fried chicken his first day home from the hospital.
I did not do a lot at home.
The house was always a mess because my father never put anything
away. I was too drained from arguing
with people about their bills to even give a crap. I did clean my father’s messes up quite a few
times, but then I got tired of it. He
used to yell at me for taking out the trash because it was “easier” for him to
do it. The only problem is that my
father never did it. The trash bins
would overflow, and he would let everything sit.
My father became a bump on a log outside of driving me back
and forth to work every day. He would
just sit on the couch and watch TV without moving. His fingers on one hand had turned brown due
to lack of bathing. I told him to go
wash his hands while we were at a local diner.
He dunked his hands in a cup of water a couple times and said “there, I
washed my hands.” My father then laughed
about as if it was funny that he was so disgusting. I wanted to punch my father in face so bad
that day. I could not take it
anymore. He had not taken a shower in
months. I am surprised my father made it
as long as he did. If that were me, I
would have died a long time ago.
After my father passed away, I found out that he canceled
his death benefits with Verizon. In
other words, there was no money to pay off the loans that my father borrowed
against the house after the original mortgage was all squared away. Who would actually do that though? Why couldn’t my father just tell me that he
did not have the money to send me to college?
I could have studied philosophy on my own if I was still interested in
the subject matter. I knew that there
were loans against the house, but I did not realize that the benefits policy
was canceled. My father and I got into a
fight one time, and he threatened to cancel out the policy, but I never thought
anyone would be dumb enough to actually do it.
It has been almost ten months since my father went to the
hospital. I will never understand why my father could not trust me enough to
tell me the truth. Then again, it is not
as if I made a serious effort to know certain things when he was alive. I was too absorbed the hive mindset from my
job to even think about my own personal needs let alone someone else’s. I work on letting the past go every day. Some days are more difficult than
others. I will eventually forgive my
father completely. I will also never
forget the lessons I learned from the relationship that I had with him.