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Being a good parent is not easy, but I had higher expectations from you, and you let me down.
I expected, as a son, words of wisdom and warm words of approval, affection and understanding. I craved to be understood, but you never understood me.
I thank you for all the material things you gave me, but material things are not enough.
You are a failure as a parent. Instead of words of wisdom you always tried to push your silly ideas in my head, you still keep trying to manipulate me in order to make me think exactly like you do.
But I guess the alcohol you drank when you were younger damaged your brain and temper. And I guess you were fucked up by your parents too, as I am by you. It's a pitiful loop of bad causes and effects. Insane people raising insane children, 'cause you didn't know how to do better, living in an insane world of greed and violence. Being out of touch with reality, out of fashion, living in the past.
But I guess I'm not the son you expected me to be.
We are imperfect and fucked up beings, living in an imperfect and fucked up world. We get hurt, and we hurt, in an endless loop. This is original sin. We fail to ourselves and we fail to others, and we need to forgive ourselves and others.
But I won't fall in the tramp of false forgiveness. For years I've been trying to forgive you, but the resentment is still in the same place, nothing changes, because with your behavior you keep those wounds still open and bleeding.
Instead of forgiving you I'd rather see things in a different perspective, to see the drama of our strained relationship from a third person perspective, without judging anything, from a quiet place of peace and tranquility, like watching a movie; then to bring the insights I had from that perspective in order to let go of all the resentment, and to release the pressure that resentment is putting, in that specific location in my body.