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I just read this thread, and here's my take on this issue:
So should we really forgive our parents simply because they are our blood?
What we should do is not the same as what we CAN do. No matter how much I would want to forgive my dad, I can't. Some actions can't be taken back. Once the damage is done, there's nothing you can do to take it back - definitely not forgiveness anyway. Different people deal with this situation in different ways: some destructively, others constructively. And some just try to forget about it and shove those memories to the far end of the queue. I have done all three, but mostly destructive. I am at a point of my life where I just don't want to deal with it, and want to forget about it, which is what I'm trying to do. But forgetting doesn't mean forgiving. Personally, if that xxxxxxx turned up to be alive, I would beat the sh*t out of him. So no forgiveness on my part. I'd probably end up turning back to being negative and destructive if he shows up. But he won't. He's dead, and I'm glad for it, even though sometimes I wish he weren't, and he were normal. That's the longing for having a dad. I never had one. And while that might drive some people to forgiveness, it's not going to happen for me. There is nothing physical about him that I can be destructive towards. I don't really know where exactly he died. I don't have the privilege of pissing on his grave. I don't believe in family obligation and blood ties coming in the way of dealing with abusive parents. I wouldn't call an abusive parent a "parent." I don't call my dad "dad" in an emotional sense, just a biological one.
I feel comfortable with forgetfulness. I want to forget all about him. I want him out of my life, emotionally speaking, as he's already physically out of my life. But I think we're conditioned to be regretful of such an action, especially in Armenian society, where child abuse is not really talked about (at least not widely), and the sanctity of parents and family life is emphasised. I don't think I'm unregretful for my feelings of hatred towards him. But the regret is not willful. It's the result of cultural conditioning, and I'm well aware of that. But I can't get rid of it, and it depresses me sometimes.
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