March 5th, one of those days I wish I could erase from the year completely, no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try today makes me think of the man who has always been and always be a monster for me…my biological father. Today is his birthday which means I automatically remember as much as I try to forget, never write it down and haven’t seen him since I was a teenager.
My biological father is a nasty piece of work. When we were together as a family he was abusive and violent, my poor Mum still lives with the effects of that violence now due to damage to her spine. His alcoholism reached levels that make me wonder how he is still alive, I can’t even comprehend how someone can physically consume so much alcohol for such a sustained period of time and not have their liver shrivel up and run away. This is coming from someone who is a self-confessed alcoholic and has consumed pretty hefty amounts of alcohol in her time although learned from said father’s mistakes and quit drinking!
When I was a kid he would use me like a showpiece, take me to the pub and have me perform for his friends…literally perform, sing or take one of my instruments to play. He would often not show up at all and I would be that kid they show in the movies sitting on the windowsill with her forehead pinned to the window for hours until I was pulled away screaming because I wanted to see my Dad.
I was twelve the first time he turned his temper on me, it was also the last, my parents were already divorced by then and my Mum remarried to the wonderful man I still call Dad. The father had taken me on a two week holiday and on one of the first nights he got tremendously drunk and when I answered him back about something (which was really not uncommon with me as a child, or in fact as an adult come to think of it!) he turned into The Monster, and I experienced my first hand beating. I had witnessed a lot of what had happened when him and my Mum was married so I knew what he was capable of but to experience it taught me a lot. The first being, never again. Those bruises, that pain both physical and emotional, taught me he was never doing that to me again. I rode out that holiday and when I got home I wrote him a letter telling him to stay away from me and I never wanted to see him again.
He arranged with his Mum to be there when I went to visit her once when I was fourteen and all that accomplished was, me walking out to the nearest phone box and calling for my parents to pick me up and I never saw her again either as I had told her that I would continue seeing her on the condition he had nothing to do with it and was never allowed in the house when I was there.
In my late twenties I went through a stage where I wanted contact with him again and we started emailing, I realised that we were worlds apart in so many ways as we spoke and things he suggested we could do to hang out sounded really unpleasant to me. Then one day he just stopped replying to me.
About a week later someone passed me a news story from the local paper that made my blood run cold, a man with my father’s name had been jailed for internet stalking of a twelve year old girl, he had had a relationship with this girl and some of the things he had said were shocking. I contacted the lead detective and explained who I was, and after he had done some digging to verify my relationship he confirmed that it was my father. At first I was ashamed to be associated with someone who had gone to prison for basically paedophilia, but then I realised I’m not associated with him. I haven’t been associated with this man for more than half my life and for the time I was associated with him he was doing pretty atrocious things to me.
He is a monster. I like to believe there is good in all people, that even people who commit crimes still have some good in them, but with him I don’t think there is, I think there is something very wrong with him.
He used to haunt me, give me nightmares, and had a huge impact on my mental health especially as a child, but it has been by talking about my experiences, the type of person he is, what he has done, and reminding myself that he is a really bad person that I can feel well about it.
So yes it is his birthday, and that means he’s become forefront in my mind, but tomorrow he will go back to being nothing again.