Am a 23 year old woman, working on contract for a large financial organisation. I have a 2 year old baby and a terminally ill father, my father.
My daughter's father died about 2 years ago in an apparent "accident". I prefer to call it that coz details of his death are still a mystery and the person in charge of the botched inquest says "investigations are still ongoing" though we are yet to hear about any developments. My man's probably way past decomposed and we still have question marks hanging over our heads.
His body lay in the morgue 4 amper 4 weeks while his family busy squabbled about a 2nd autopsy. In the end it was not done and he was buried, looking really bad. Most people resemble dolls when their spirits have left their bodies, they look so peaceful, as if you can wake them. But him? You could see there was no life in that corpse, he waas so badly decomposed, they cudnt even dress him. They put that dress-looking cloth, that only leaves part of the face visible. Enough about that, that's a topic for another day
Am writing this blog coz I've got nowhere to run, no one to talk to. My friends, my family, my colleagues all think am doing just fine whereas am dying inside. My man's death was so abrupt, it left me shell-shocked. I'm paranoid about every little thing now. I mentioned earlier that my father is terminally ill, he has cirrhosis of the liver. Was diagnosed two weeks before Manto. Man has been doing well since the diagnosis but is back on the bottle. What is wrong with him? Why can't he see that he's hurting us? Me, his last born who became a widow @ 22? Does he want me to be fatherless on top of that? My biggest fear right now is losing my papa. I go from day 2 day xpecting that dreaded phone call. Is this how am meant to live my life? Constantly on edge? Death is cruel, it robs you of that peace of mind. Am scared of experiencing that pain again, especially with someone I've known all my life. My protector, my nurturer, my sorrow.
I've met someone, nice guy, good looking too. It's bn just ova a 3 months now & I think am whipped. We've had a couple of fights already, mainly ova his phone & the many females calling/smsing him. Yes, people have friends but I just have this uneasy feeling about him. What if they really are just friends & am blowing things out of proportion? Maybe I moved on too quickly, maybe I'm NOT whipped and it was just my loneliness that caused me 2 make bad judgements? Maybe I should have waited a bit longer before getting back in the game. Sometimes I feel guilty & think am neglecting his memory, that by moving on I'm somewhat forgetting him, like am dispensing off him.
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