What to Expect When an Abusive Parent Dies

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Normal grief takes a lot of time to process, but when an abuser dies grief can become complicated and complex.

My abusive alcoholic father passed away. He was diagnosed with cancer that very quickly spread to his brain. Within a couple months he was gone.

During the months leading up to his death and in the months after, my emotions swung on a constant pendulum. One moment I would feel deep sorrow and grief at the loss of the good dad, the happy times. The very next moment I would feel numb and angry at the abuse. It was alike a switch that as soon as the tears would form, they would freeze. I could not separate the two sides of my father, and I realized I shouldn’t try to separate them. He was a generous, funny man, and he was also crude, passive aggressive and spiteful.

Every time I felt sad for the loss of my dad, I would quickly feel angry at the abuse I suffered at his hands. Until I accepted that he was all of these things, complex, and human, did I finally access the peace that comes with accepting things.

My mother could not understand my need to face and accept my father for his whole personage, including the very mean things he did to our whole family. She wanted me to let go and forgive and forget everything. To move past it. But for me, forgiveness is not an option. I choose radical acceptance instead.

Instead of Forgive and Forget, It’s Better to Radically Accept

Often times “Forgive and Forget” is used to excuse abusive behaviors and will only continue the abuse causing victim-blaming. Radical Acceptance is looking at the whole picture and validating the victim.

With radical acceptance I was able to understand my father was a deeply haunted person with his own inner demons that stemmed from unprocessed trauma and addiction. Forgiving and forgetting, in this instance would be a disservice to myself. It would have negated the painful experiences, pushing them down where they could fester into poor coping skills or come out in other unhealthy ways.

I Found Peace in Walking Away.

For me the best way to move through the grief process was to allow myself to feel both the sadness in the brief moments it occurred, and the anger/disappointment at the loss of what might have been, while accepting it could never be. My dad would not have changed no matter how much time he had left. My mom will argue and say he was different in his last moments, and I’m happy for her to have had those experiences for her own peace, but I found peace in walking away.

I couldn’t watch my dad slowly die, nor could I become the emotional support for my mother. The entire process was very triggering for me. I felt like I was being pulled into the old abusive/codependent patterns of my family. Patterns I have spent years to build strong boundaries around. When I recognized I was triggered I realized the best thing I could do was walk away.

For Me, Not Attending My Father’s Funeral Was the RIGHT Choice.

I couldn’t go to the funeral and deal with public grief. I didn’t feel like making a performance of my dad’s death, standing there pretending he was this amazing person in front of people who were so hypocritical. I decided to NOT attend my father’s funeral, a choice I feel great peace about.

The funeral was held at the church that brings up a lot of conflicting emotions for me. The people there are full of contradictions and hypocrisy. I already told myself I wouldn’t go back there. I didn’t want to see those people and be judged, nor could I even imagine trying to process the complicated emotions swirling around my father’s death while putting on a show for everyone else.

When I told my mother that I was not going, she tried to guilt me into going for her. I told her very straightforwardly that I could not be her emotional support during this, and that she had everyone who would be at the funeral supporting her. It could be noted that my mom falls on the lower end of the vulnerable narcist scale. She’s not full-blown narc, but she is very much about other people’s opinions and my not going to the funeral was, to her, a huge blow to the image she had built up of our family over the years.

I’ve become dedicated in living an authentic life, and participating in a public spectacle of grief runs counter to my own personal values. Other people might not understand, but sometimes healing looks like taking time to yourself and running counter to others expectations.

It’s also okay to not feel anything.

Sometimes when an abuser dies you feel numb. When my abusive grandfather died I felt nothing, not even a wave in my heart. I didn’t feel triggered, nor did I feel like reminiscing about him. I remember my exact thoughts were “No love loss,” and “that’s one less abusive person in the world, which means my kid is a little safer.”

Grief can appear anytime after a death. It can show up suddenly and sneakily. The best thing is to feel your feelings. Allow sadness to exist. Allow the numbness to be. Be angry if you are angry. These feelings are your body’s way of working through unprocessed trauma and processing the relationship you once had that is now gone forever.

You may feel disappointment in losing hope of change. Sometimes we hold onto the false hope that an abusive parent will suddenly become loving and caring. Their death forever locks them into the memory of who they were and destroys that lingering false hope of a better person.

If you are going through the loss of an abusive parent or loved one, know that it can be a lot. You may feel the normal variances of grief, or your grief may be as complicated as your relationship was. You may also feel nothing.

Regardless of what you feel it is safe and valid.

Blessings Be.

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Loneliness in Divorce VS Being Alone

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Divorce is a lonely journey. Compared to the deep bone aching loneliness I felt in my marriage, being alone now feels hopeful. My ex was emotionally unavailable for years, due to addiction and other issues. I prefer being alone to the constant false hope of change, of things getting better.

My marriage was toxic. At the beginning we brought out the worst in each other. We triggered old childhood wounds and traumas, but never worked to heal them. It took becoming a parent for me to face my childhood and fully work on it, on my own. That was gift I gave myself, the first of many and the start of my journey to self-love. Eventually this journey ended the cycle of abuse within my marriage through divorce.

I outsourced validation and emotional regulation instead of going inward.

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I can see the wounded children within myself and my ex now. I see the old fights (we always had the same ones; even if the circumstances around them changed, the core turmoil was always the same). We were both struggling for love, and self-acceptance, but we put all the work on the other person instead of owning our own baggage. We outsourced validation and emotional regulation instead of going inward. This outsourcing is known as “codependency.”

When I finally stopped the codependent patterns on my end, things turned downright abusive. I realize now, looking back, it was always abusive. There was a trauma bond that had me trapped in the cycle. Verbal assaults, invalidation, gaslighting, financial abuse, and other issues that I will not go into with this post, were a constant. By the end of my marriage, I was genuinely scared. So scared, I made arrangements for a safe house for myself and child, if it came to that.

Those fears came from a real place

Those fears came from a real place. All the threats and verbal attacks pushed me into survivor mode. I recorded several arguments just to have proof for myself that I wasn’t imagining how bad things were. I had been gaslighted and invalidated to the point I questioned my reality. Thanks to those recordings I found truth. I was experiencing “retroactive abuse.”

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Retroactive abuse is when the abuser pushes their victim to the point that the victim lashes out. The abuser gains the upper hand by acting like the rational one. This type of abuse was the baseline of my marriage.

Almost every argument turned into retroactive abuse. Many times I would try to walk out of the room, only to be followed. He would even stand in doorways to block me from leaving. All while arguing at me, often yelling at me, sometimes hitting or kicking the walls.

I was stuck on survive. Stuck in a constant state of over-vigilance. I was a master at walking on egg-shells, a trait I learned in childhood and carried into my marriage.

Thankfully my worst fears never came to fruition

When I finally asked for a divorce, I was so scared, thankfully my worse fears never came to fruition. I am grateful that my imagined fears were greater than the actual physical fear, but I do not for once instance negate those feelings. They came from a feeling of being unsafe. My fear manifested in many ways outside of my ex’s presence.

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I recall times when I was driving behind a truck with pipes sticking off the back. I was certain I would sneeze, take my foot off the brake, ram my car, and my eye, into the obtrusion then die. I also feared I would have a seizure while out walking my baby in their stroller, and collapse, pushing the strolling into traffic, killing my child and myself. Those were normal thoughts that were always present in the back of my mind. I was on high alert because of the constant stress of the abuse in my marriage and from my childhood.

A few months after my ex moved out, these fear-filled thoughts abated. I was sitting in traffic behind a truck with things sticking out the back for a full two minutes before I realized I had not thought about my doom. It was a strange, peaceful feeling. The catastrophizing, and vigilance was starting to wear off. Peace felt uncomfortable and foreign at first, but welcomed.

The loneliness was marred with the hope of change that would never come

Divorce is a lonely journey. But I will take this hopeful loneliness, this expectation of a brighter future, over the desperate longing that filled each empty night in my marriage. This loneliness can change and will change as time allows. The loneliness I lived before was endless and marred with the hope of change that would never come. Now I am making changes myself. I am moving forward, one step at a time.

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Much like getting on a train to a place you have never been. You can imagine what it will be like at the end, but there are a lot of stops. You go through lots of dark tunnels and wonder if you are doing the right thing. Did you get on the right train? Is this really the right course?

I am alone on the metaphorical divorce train, but I feel hopeful. I am excited about this new adventure. Maybe I will find love again. Even if I don’t, at least I found peace. I think that might be more important than love in the end.

And to quote a famous animated princess: “Yes, I’m alone, but I’m alone and free.”

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This site is dedicated to those who are searching for a spiritual meaning to life. To those who may have grown up in restrictive religions and wish to find their own method of spiritual growth. To anyone who wishes to learn how to move past trauma and into a state of self-awareness and growth.

I am no expert.

I am merely another being on this cosmic journey who would like to share my experiences in hopes that others may also find growth, healing, and inner peace. I believe these are life-long efforts and am simply moving towards my own goals.

I am still learning, still growing, still healing.

This is a record of my journey from losing faith in the Evangelical Christian Church in the southern United States, to finding spiritual awareness within myself. I plan to expose and blog about the experiences I had growing up in the Evangelical Christian Church under Confessions of a Spiritual Bully posts.

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