That blinking line.
Was there a more frustrating thing?
What is the point of this? She
thought. Why am I even thinking about writing this?
She paced. It was
there. In her head. Everything she wanted to tell him. As soon as she sits down to type though…it’s
gone. She can’t even think of how to
start. Should it be “Dear…” or “Hi…” or
“Let me introduce myself…”?
She went downstairs and put the kettle on. She needed the distraction.
Sweaty palms and all she was doing was drafting an
email. Shallow breathing and a sheen of
sweat and she hadn’t so much as typed a single letter.
She carefully poured the boiling water into a mug, trying to
steady her shaking hand.
She slowly ascended the stairs once more, determined now
that she will do this. SHE WILL.
She opened the blank email and took a deep breath.
Dad
Can I call you dad? Should I call you
dad? That’s been my biggest problem with
this, this email. I’ve come to terms with
everything else as best I can. But now
you’re coming back. I have to deal with
this all over again.
How do I address you? I haven’t seen you
since I was seven years old. You aren’t
really my dad are you? You didn’t come
to my parent teacher nights or do the tooth fairy thing. You weren’t there when I was sick or
struggling with school or boys or work.
Those are the things that make you dad.
I suppose you are my father…but that just makes me think of that movie
you know? “Luke I am your father”.
I’ll stick with Dad but I might change it before I hit send.
So Nan tells me you’re coming back. It’s
been twenty years and you’re coming back.
She was nervous to tell me. I
guess because I’ve avoided the subject of you constantly she didn’t know
whether she should. She did the
right thing though. I should know I'm
going to see you.
And I am going to see you.
Intentionally or not, I will see you. You’ll be in the street or the shop. On the bus.
I have no intention of leaving the town I grew up in. I will not leave Lilly. You’re coming back to MY town.
Nan gave me your email address. Asked me
to write to you. I told her I would "
and here I am. Clearly rambling because
I have no idea what to say.
I don’t want to get to know you.
I don’t want to meet you.
I don’t want to see myself in you.
I don’t want to see Lilly in you. I
definitely don’t want that.
So I guess I should tell you about me.
But again I don’t want you to know about me. This is a weird position for me to be in you
know?
I’ve spent so long not thinking about you.
And now you’re all I think about.
You are the all-consuming thought for me. Do I want to see you? Should I see you? Should I ask my questions? How will I feel about the answers? What do I want to hear?
I don’t remember you as a person. I remember you as a 'thing'. Is that
hurtful? Should I care about your
feelings when you clearly didn’t care about ours?
That line stopped her.
She re-read what she had typed and was happy with it so far. A little rambly in places, but surely that
could be appreciated. Writing to a
stranger (more or less).
But that line. Should she care about his
feelings?
I guess I’m like Nan
in that way. Considerate to everyone,
even those who don’t deserve it. Not
necessarily a bad characteristic, but there you go. I’ve just decided I’m not going to censor
this. I’m not going to edit it. I’ll be honest. And I’ve also decided I really DO NOT want to see
you. Please don’t seek me out. Please don’t come back to MY town. If you care about me at all you will stay out
of my life.
Nan said you’re ill. You want to come
home and be with your family.
Cancer she says. Should I feel sorry for
you? I don’t care.
You didn’t care did you?
Nan says she’s “at peace” with everything, and while she will never utter a
hello in your direction, she wishes no ill will on an already sick man. She thinks you left us and everything that happened was nothing to do with you. She found God and I have to admit she does seem a lot happier. I’m not big into the Jesus thing but it makes
her happy so I leave her to it. Plus she
doesn’t know the truth. She doesn’t know
everything. She thinks you leaving was a catalyst among catalysts. She doesn't realise you were the explosion.
Do you know I know everything?
I guess that’s one of the big questions I would (and wouldn't) like answered.
I know what you did to Lilly.
I know why you left.
I know mum covered for you.
Do you know you’re the reason Lilly killed herself? That you creeping into her bed tormented her,
and the fact that mum knew and did nothing other than throw you out. Did mum tell you that's why you were out? Did you volunteer to go or did you just leave as soon as you realised?
I remember Lilly in my room, crying. She begged me to call the police. I was seven!!
I didn’t know what was going on.
I feel so guilty for never calling the police when she told me to.
I had no idea you were in her room at night.
Mum knew. Mum knew
Lilly said. She just nodded when Lil told her about you and then you were gone.
Lilly was so mad about that, she knew someone should have called the
police. There was something on the news
that day you see. That’s why she told.
She shouted at me to call the police, mum told her it was over. “Don’t
call the police Em” she told me. It’s
over, he’s gone.
I remember that, her telling me not to.
Lilly telling me to do it. She
looked so sad. Her face red from crying.
I wanted to call the police but mum said no so I didn’t.
I blame you for my guilt.
Lilly hung herself a few days later. She
left me a letter.
No one knows that. I hid it. I still read it. It’s faded but I know it word for word.
You hurt her. She was sore and scared
and you told her if she wanted to stop you’d come see me instead. In the letter she says she’s glad she saved
me. I couldn’t save her but she saved me
from you. I still cry when I read
that. When I think of that line.
Mum killed herself the day after Lils funeral.
I blame you for that.
She left a letter too. One for me and
one for Nan.
She told Nan she felt Lilly needed her on the other side and that I would be
loved here by all the family but there was no one for Lilly on the other
side. Suicide driven by grief they said.
My letter was all apologies. Sorry for
what happened to Lilly. Sorry for
leaving me. I ripped her letter up when
I was about thirteen or so. Her letter
was bullshit. So is this. This email is pointless. Your hope for some kind of….what? Reconciliation? It’s not going to happen.
So I guess that’s it.
When I started typing this I thought I wanted answers. Why did you do that to Lilly? Why did you leave me alone? Why did mum not intervene? Did you threaten her? Did she just not care about us? Now I realise all I really want is for you to
know was that I know.
I know more than Nan
knows. Nan thinks Lil killed herself
over school bullies or something. That
mum killed herself over grief. Should I tell
her the truth? I have no idea. I guess I need to talk to my therapist about
that.
I blame you for that too you know.
Therapy!
I can’t be honest and truthful with people.
I tell them Nans story. It’s
easier than “my sister was raped by our dad, mum knew and covered for
him ‘til Lilly threatened to go to the police then she kicked dad out. She refused to let Lil go to the police so
Lil killed herself then mum did the same”.
Not exactly a response for that is there? What would people say?
“My sister was bullied and committed suicide, my mum was overcome with grief
and followed her.” That’s an easier way
to phrase it.
I work with abused kids. I have you to
thank for that I guess. Who knows what
field I would have gone into if history was different? I probably would have done something with
helping people though " I am a naturally caring and considerate person, even
when the other person doesn’t deserve it.
I guess you are the exception to that rule.
I’m sure you know I have nothing to do with your family. Aunt Dee tried. Granny Dee tried. I just refused to see them. I figured they knew what sort of person you
were. They raised you after all.
I have nothing to do with your family. I
want nothing to do with you.
I hope this email is clear and gives you whatever sort of clarity you need.
You killed my sister.
You killed my mother...I don't care about her though. She should have done something!
Please do not come back.
Stay where you are.
Die alone and in pain like Lilly.
EM
She didn’t even realise she was crying.
She read the complete email three times.
She changed nothing.
She felt nothing.
SEND