One week, and all is quite. My father has not replied to my e-mail, which means he is either angry, did not receive it, or he refused to read beyond the first line. There was a time, when no response would have left me waiting on pins and needles, wondering if I was a terrible child and if I would ever be able to fix the damage I had caused. However, that no longer is a concern for me – I am confident that I am a good daughter, and I know that it is not my place to fix the broken mess that my family has become.
Earlier today, I told my mother about the e-mails, and my response. She has always been very careful not to speak negatively about my father, and she was very reserved when I told her what I said. However, she did agree that it was good that I had the chance to tell him how I feel – without having him interrupt me, tell me how wrong my feelings are, or just completely ignore what I think.
Ahhhh…..sweet peace. How nice it is to know that, no matter what he thinks or feels about my response, he finally knows that I have concrete reasons for not wanting to communicate with him.