Father of Mine
I have randomly written about my father over the years. The pattern always stayed the same: "He was a sonofabitch, he beat up his disabled wife and little daughter - such a big man, right?? Ugh, it was a blessing he passed. Yup, he just beat me up, that's all. Christ, he wasn't that much of a monster!" But what if he was? What if he had done such reprehensible acts to his daughter that she can only remember them during her night terrors that have been incredibly active for the past 15 years? And in a bitter twist, she can't remember any of her parasomnia, instead depending on her husband to fill her in with the phrases she says in her sleep that make him want to vomit? (I won't specify the reprehensible acts that I've deduced. That's just unnecessarily cruel for all of us and is meant for a private paper journal. Vague allusion will be the name of the game here.) But yes. He WAS that much of a monster. I don't blame him for all my iss