Just looking for some outsider opinions here. Obviously this is quite a complicated situation but it's all I can think about, from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to sleep, and for the last few nights I've been dreaming about it too.
My "father" is fighting cancer. He's more of a sperm donor really, never been a part of my life no matter how hard his mother and my mother tried to make it happen. There were moments of joy when it felt like I had a father but those quickly disappeared into the usual weeks or even months of not hearong from him.
I phoned him the day after my 30th and he didn't know how old I was or even when my birthday was. Nevertheless, I uprooted my mother when I was 15 from South Africa to move to Holland because I wanted a father in my life, a move which is one of my biggest regrets to this day.
I should mention my parents got divorced when I was 2, and by my 7th birthday, he had married someone else, had two kids and moved back to Holland, from where he came, with his "new" family.
Anyway, around September last year I was told he has at most a year left. I dug my head in the sand and avoided it at all costs as it wasn't something I wanted to deal with. I pretty much decided that I want nothing to do with him and that was that.
Yesterday however, my mother called me, to tell me that my father's brother had been in touch. Apparently my father applied for assisted suicide a few months ago and yesterday it was approved. He's doing it on Thursday.
So this is it. Not having a father in your life is one thing, but spending the majority of my existence fighting to have a father in my life has been considerably worse.
And now on Thursday he's going for good. I have no choice but to deal with it, and fast. So do I call him and risk making things worse? Do I leave it and just get on with my life?
My head is a bit of an omelette right now. Trying to make heads or tails of a decision which I will have to live with for the rest of my life is tearing me to pieces.
I dunno.
My "father" is fighting cancer. He's more of a sperm donor really, never been a part of my life no matter how hard his mother and my mother tried to make it happen. There were moments of joy when it felt like I had a father but those quickly disappeared into the usual weeks or even months of not hearong from him.
I phoned him the day after my 30th and he didn't know how old I was or even when my birthday was. Nevertheless, I uprooted my mother when I was 15 from South Africa to move to Holland because I wanted a father in my life, a move which is one of my biggest regrets to this day.
I should mention my parents got divorced when I was 2, and by my 7th birthday, he had married someone else, had two kids and moved back to Holland, from where he came, with his "new" family.
Anyway, around September last year I was told he has at most a year left. I dug my head in the sand and avoided it at all costs as it wasn't something I wanted to deal with. I pretty much decided that I want nothing to do with him and that was that.
Yesterday however, my mother called me, to tell me that my father's brother had been in touch. Apparently my father applied for assisted suicide a few months ago and yesterday it was approved. He's doing it on Thursday.
So this is it. Not having a father in your life is one thing, but spending the majority of my existence fighting to have a father in my life has been considerably worse.
And now on Thursday he's going for good. I have no choice but to deal with it, and fast. So do I call him and risk making things worse? Do I leave it and just get on with my life?
My head is a bit of an omelette right now. Trying to make heads or tails of a decision which I will have to live with for the rest of my life is tearing me to pieces.
I dunno.