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Payoff: "No real church tells me who I love!"
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Ok - here's the thing, I am wrestling with the heartache I have from breaking my dad's heart. I have been told by many that I may have found a chink in his armor. So I wrote him this letter. I am thinking of dropping by his work and taping it to his truck. I need input tho.
So sorry if it is tldr. I am just feeling around in the dark here.
28 August, 2008
My dear sweet daddy,
Can you know how much I love you? My heart is still bleeding from the other night. Of all the broken bones and heart breaks I have had, that by far was the most painful experience of my life. Can’t you understand why I did what I did? Now I wait. I wait and hope and pray that I will see you come out the other side. You told me once that “if this is all just a fantasy - well I’d rather live the fantasy than reality”. I hope I shattered that fantasy. You need to face up to reality.
You need to allow yourself to LIVE. You are only allowed to be a shadow of the man you truly are. Can’t you see that? Can’t you credit yourself for all the wonderful things that you have done in people’s lives? Can you not accept the fact that you are so inherently good that you and you alone are responsible for the good you have put in others? Must you pass along the credit you so deserve yourself to some other man who has been dead over 20 years?
I wish you would seek answers. I wish you would ask the questions I have. I wish you would stop to wonder why it is that so much is forbidden to you in the strange reality that you have accepted as THE reality in which to live. Why are you forbidden to truly thrive? Why must you forsake those you love and why must you suffer so? Why must you work so hard for nothing?
Daddy, I love you so much. I only want to see you happy. I do not believe that you are truly happy now. I believe that you have allowed yourself a sense of false happiness and you have bought into your own lie for so long you don’t dare admit how truly unhappy you are.
Please, I am begging you. Do some searching. Seek out your answers. Seek the truth and do not let yourself be bound by the lies any longer. It is NOT too late. There IS life outside of Scientology. It is good. There IS hope for helping humanity out here where I stand. Humanity has in fact been helping me. It is not all as hopeless as it may seem. Give yourself the chance. Choose LIFE.
I am here. I am waiting. I am patient and impatient. I want to have you out. I also know how long it took me. I will wait for you for as long as it takes. There is forgiveness on the outside. You will see.
I love you too much.
Melanie
To all of you wonderful people,
Some of you say "this is why". Well it is in great part due to the support and love that I have gotten from all of you that has helped me find the strength and fortitude to get through this. So for me, I can honestly say "you are why".
I went over to my parents house yesterday. I had a long talk with my 23 year old brother. He is staff at an Org. He never knew any of what happened to me in the Sea Org. He did not even realize that I am NOT a Scientologist. So I shared with him my story. He accepted it with grace and kindness. Coming from my brother this was a shock for me. I told him that once mom and dad come home and I talk to them - they will probably never speak to me again. I told him I just needed him to hear my side. He told me that I am always going to be his sister and he will always love me. I told him I will always be there for him when he needs me.
My parents came home. They wrote me a check for the power bill. We began our discussion. I got cold feet about giving them the letter because I knew I was fraught with rage when I wrote it. I even told them I wrote them a nasty letter but didn't think I wanted them to read it. So I tried to express myself in words. 10 minutes in - my mother lost it and began screaming at me. So I screamed back. She stormed off and I threw my letter and the copy of my story that I printed out at her. I tried to get up and leave at that point but my dad begged me to stay and hear him out.
Dad and I talked at great length and shed many tears. Ultimately he justifed everything I tried to throw at him. He tried to deny the fact that there is ANYTHING wrong with David Miscavige. He tried to tell me that is was a few bad seeds that ruined things while I was in and it's different now and blah blah blah. We went in circles for awhile. He never got me. I had to finally tell him that I could not go on living my life with the constant reminder that he and my mom had chosen their cult over me and my best interests time and again. He asked if I knew what would happen know. I told him yes, I would be declared and they would be told to disconnect. I told him I was there to do it for them. He started screaming and crying and blaming everyone in Anonymous and the Freezone and all of my friends who have been declared over the years for breaking his family apart. I screamed back that they are not the ones to blame. Hubbard is the one to blame and he's the devil.
My dad told me to leave - he needed to be alone. My mother had long since left with my 2 brothers to go to the org.
I left sobbing. I hollered that I loved him more than he would ever know.
My heart ripped open. I am feeling pain like I have never felt before. I have a tattoo on my forearm which reads in German "What does not kill me makes me stronger". This will be the ultimate test of that statement for me.
I will get through this. It is the love and support that I get from you all that helps.
Thank you all. I love you.
Melanie
Ok - here's the thing, I am wrestling with the heartache I have from breaking my dad's heart. I have been told by many that I may have found a chink in his armor. So I wrote him this letter. I am thinking of dropping by his work and taping it to his truck. I need input tho.
So sorry if it is tldr. I am just feeling around in the dark here.
28 August, 2008
My dear sweet daddy,
Can you know how much I love you? My heart is still bleeding from the other night. Of all the broken bones and heart breaks I have had, that by far was the most painful experience of my life. Can’t you understand why I did what I did? Now I wait. I wait and hope and pray that I will see you come out the other side. You told me once that “if this is all just a fantasy - well I’d rather live the fantasy than reality”. I hope I shattered that fantasy. You need to face up to reality.
You need to allow yourself to LIVE. You are only allowed to be a shadow of the man you truly are. Can’t you see that? Can’t you credit yourself for all the wonderful things that you have done in people’s lives? Can you not accept the fact that you are so inherently good that you and you alone are responsible for the good you have put in others? Must you pass along the credit you so deserve yourself to some other man who has been dead over 20 years?
I wish you would seek answers. I wish you would ask the questions I have. I wish you would stop to wonder why it is that so much is forbidden to you in the strange reality that you have accepted as THE reality in which to live. Why are you forbidden to truly thrive? Why must you forsake those you love and why must you suffer so? Why must you work so hard for nothing?
Daddy, I love you so much. I only want to see you happy. I do not believe that you are truly happy now. I believe that you have allowed yourself a sense of false happiness and you have bought into your own lie for so long you don’t dare admit how truly unhappy you are.
Please, I am begging you. Do some searching. Seek out your answers. Seek the truth and do not let yourself be bound by the lies any longer. It is NOT too late. There IS life outside of Scientology. It is good. There IS hope for helping humanity out here where I stand. Humanity has in fact been helping me. It is not all as hopeless as it may seem. Give yourself the chance. Choose LIFE.
I am here. I am waiting. I am patient and impatient. I want to have you out. I also know how long it took me. I will wait for you for as long as it takes. There is forgiveness on the outside. You will see.
I love you too much.
Melanie
Melanie,
I just got caught up with your posts. Get the letter to your dad.
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We are their little girls and we will forever be their little girls. Even at 42 I was still my dad's little girl and I think he probably had some guilt for not raising me and for letting my mom raise me (not well, I might add). And for me to give him the credit, relieved him of his guilt. And as someone else wrote - us kids sometimes have to be the parent. And I think that time is now for you, Melanie.
So, get that letter to your dad. Hug your baby(s). Hug your husband. You turned out good despite the crap you grew up with. As did I. And forget you have brass ovaries - you have titanium balls. And without them we wouldn't be who we are today.
Hugs to you. Call me or email me if you need a shoulder or an ear.