LauraB
11-28-2004, 07:31 PM
Hi all
Let me first off thank everyone for the great advice offered in my last thread (fathers)
Many, Many thanks Girls though I tried to hide it I was more than a little nervous to see my Dad again after so long, it was not just the time that had passed but also I was not sure what he wanted to see me for. Your support and advice meant I was able to go to my families’ home and be sure of myself. I am not normally given to self-doubt but today I was suffering in no small way.
However i had no need to worry, my entire family were there on mass and they were all wearing big smiles on their faces that greeted me when I walked into the living room
dad asked me to sit with him in the dinning room alone which caused me some apprehension. However he told me that he loved me and that he was sorry for the hurt he must have caused me over the years. He then went on to tell me about my Uncle Jeff, my father’s youngest brother. I never knew him he died before I was born. He told me that he had been gay and his shame at being gay forced out of his family. My father said he spent years looking for him and when he found him he was already dead. Then he cried buckets more tears than I have ever seen a man cry. More tears than I had ever expected to see my Dad cry. He apologised again and said that deep down inside he thought he would come looking for me to find that I had passed away without knowing that he was proud of me and that he loved me. We were both crying now and spent much of the rest of the day that way as well. We hugged and dad kissed me the same way he kisses my sister. (The first kiss that I had ever had of him). My mum joined us and she hugged and kissed me as well. Mum said that they had not forgiven me because I had done nothing that needed forgiveness. They hoped I would be able to forgive them. My dad called me LASS, which means he must accept me as a girl he would never call a man lass.
We had lunch together my Brother John, Debbie my Sister and Mum and Dad it was very pleasant (not the food my mum is the worst cook in the world) to be talking as if I had always been coming around to Sunday lunch. In some ways it was a bit of a baptism I belonged to them again and in my heart I am so happy that I do. I stayed with them until 9 PM UK time long after everyone else had left. Before I left (in a taxi I had, had too much to drink to drive) my dad gave me, my Grandmothers engagement ring and a gate bracelet that is old fashioned but very sweet. The ring is gorgeous I am wearing it now a bit loose but I will have it altered. He also gave me a cheque for £3000. Which is he said is the today’s equivalent of what he gave Debbie and John to buy a car with. I did not want to take this money I said I have a car but dad insisted that had I been at home he would have given me the cash then. I said I would buy a new computer with it my Dads computer puts mine to shame. (This is a man who thought candles were better than throwing a light switch) I told him I would have to get a girlie one in pink and silver He smiled and said Laura all computers are women think about it they breakdown at the least little thing, then sulk for ages yet in the morning they act like nothing happened.
I said but they don’t get headaches dad
No he said they bloody well give you one.
It all ended well and I will be expected to have Sunday lunch with them at least once a month. I suppose I can put up with my mums cooking once a month. There is one cloud on the horizon, they are coming to my flat for Lunch next Sunday. I have promised to cook Blue trout, which is Dad’s Favourite. I have never cooked this before but I know it has something to do with trout and vinegar and I am sure I have a recipe somewhere. The thing is they want to meet my boyfriend I have not told them that Nick is married. I think I should keep that quite for a while. Dad would have a blue fit and we might not speak for another 7 years.
Love and hugs to all
XXXXX
Laura
:o :o :o
Let me first off thank everyone for the great advice offered in my last thread (fathers)
Many, Many thanks Girls though I tried to hide it I was more than a little nervous to see my Dad again after so long, it was not just the time that had passed but also I was not sure what he wanted to see me for. Your support and advice meant I was able to go to my families’ home and be sure of myself. I am not normally given to self-doubt but today I was suffering in no small way.
However i had no need to worry, my entire family were there on mass and they were all wearing big smiles on their faces that greeted me when I walked into the living room
dad asked me to sit with him in the dinning room alone which caused me some apprehension. However he told me that he loved me and that he was sorry for the hurt he must have caused me over the years. He then went on to tell me about my Uncle Jeff, my father’s youngest brother. I never knew him he died before I was born. He told me that he had been gay and his shame at being gay forced out of his family. My father said he spent years looking for him and when he found him he was already dead. Then he cried buckets more tears than I have ever seen a man cry. More tears than I had ever expected to see my Dad cry. He apologised again and said that deep down inside he thought he would come looking for me to find that I had passed away without knowing that he was proud of me and that he loved me. We were both crying now and spent much of the rest of the day that way as well. We hugged and dad kissed me the same way he kisses my sister. (The first kiss that I had ever had of him). My mum joined us and she hugged and kissed me as well. Mum said that they had not forgiven me because I had done nothing that needed forgiveness. They hoped I would be able to forgive them. My dad called me LASS, which means he must accept me as a girl he would never call a man lass.
We had lunch together my Brother John, Debbie my Sister and Mum and Dad it was very pleasant (not the food my mum is the worst cook in the world) to be talking as if I had always been coming around to Sunday lunch. In some ways it was a bit of a baptism I belonged to them again and in my heart I am so happy that I do. I stayed with them until 9 PM UK time long after everyone else had left. Before I left (in a taxi I had, had too much to drink to drive) my dad gave me, my Grandmothers engagement ring and a gate bracelet that is old fashioned but very sweet. The ring is gorgeous I am wearing it now a bit loose but I will have it altered. He also gave me a cheque for £3000. Which is he said is the today’s equivalent of what he gave Debbie and John to buy a car with. I did not want to take this money I said I have a car but dad insisted that had I been at home he would have given me the cash then. I said I would buy a new computer with it my Dads computer puts mine to shame. (This is a man who thought candles were better than throwing a light switch) I told him I would have to get a girlie one in pink and silver He smiled and said Laura all computers are women think about it they breakdown at the least little thing, then sulk for ages yet in the morning they act like nothing happened.
I said but they don’t get headaches dad
No he said they bloody well give you one.
It all ended well and I will be expected to have Sunday lunch with them at least once a month. I suppose I can put up with my mums cooking once a month. There is one cloud on the horizon, they are coming to my flat for Lunch next Sunday. I have promised to cook Blue trout, which is Dad’s Favourite. I have never cooked this before but I know it has something to do with trout and vinegar and I am sure I have a recipe somewhere. The thing is they want to meet my boyfriend I have not told them that Nick is married. I think I should keep that quite for a while. Dad would have a blue fit and we might not speak for another 7 years.
Love and hugs to all
XXXXX
Laura
:o :o :o