I thought i'd follow up to the popular Remembering "Mother" thread that was posted some time ago.
I have many memories of my father from my previous life as Lisbet. We had a very close relationship that had it's ups and downs. We lived in a very remote part of the world, so family and friends were very few and far between. My mother had died very early in my life, possibly when she was giving birth to me. So it was just me and my father to keep each other's company for most of the time.
I called him "Pappy", and he was very protective of me, but he also had a very cruel streak. He never really got over the loss of my mother, and, seeing so much of her in me, he'd often take out his frustrations on me. He also had a short temper, and i'd often be on the receiving end of a beating, for some minor offence. But he'd always be full of remorse afterwards, as he'd try desperately to make things up to me.
I can clearly remember one occasion when he entered my room during the night, he laid down next to me in my bed, then he went on to sexually abuse me while i laid there. I was growing into a young woman, and i guess the older i got, the more of my mother he could see in me. Although i was uncomfortable and confused by what he was doing, i wasn't scared, i didn't think he would ever harm me. And i wasn't sure if it was normal for father's to do this to their daughters, so i just laid there in silence and endured it. It seemed to be something that he did on the spur of the moment, and again, he was beside himself with remorse after, and i took pity on him. I think, as Lisbet, i could only ever see the good in him. (I still feel compelled to make excuses for him, even in this life)
Despite his cruelty, the majority of the time we spent together was happy, and i have many happy memories of the things we did together. One of my funniest moments with him, was when we were fishing in the river. He had a "home made" fishing rod, and he was trying to land a big fish. The rod snapped under the weight of the fish, sending my father falling backwards into the water. This memory made me laugh out loud, and i still have a giggle every time i think about it...
I was wondering if any of you have any memories of your father from a previous life?
I have many memories of my father from my previous life as Lisbet. We had a very close relationship that had it's ups and downs. We lived in a very remote part of the world, so family and friends were very few and far between. My mother had died very early in my life, possibly when she was giving birth to me. So it was just me and my father to keep each other's company for most of the time.
I called him "Pappy", and he was very protective of me, but he also had a very cruel streak. He never really got over the loss of my mother, and, seeing so much of her in me, he'd often take out his frustrations on me. He also had a short temper, and i'd often be on the receiving end of a beating, for some minor offence. But he'd always be full of remorse afterwards, as he'd try desperately to make things up to me.
I can clearly remember one occasion when he entered my room during the night, he laid down next to me in my bed, then he went on to sexually abuse me while i laid there. I was growing into a young woman, and i guess the older i got, the more of my mother he could see in me. Although i was uncomfortable and confused by what he was doing, i wasn't scared, i didn't think he would ever harm me. And i wasn't sure if it was normal for father's to do this to their daughters, so i just laid there in silence and endured it. It seemed to be something that he did on the spur of the moment, and again, he was beside himself with remorse after, and i took pity on him. I think, as Lisbet, i could only ever see the good in him. (I still feel compelled to make excuses for him, even in this life)
Despite his cruelty, the majority of the time we spent together was happy, and i have many happy memories of the things we did together. One of my funniest moments with him, was when we were fishing in the river. He had a "home made" fishing rod, and he was trying to land a big fish. The rod snapped under the weight of the fish, sending my father falling backwards into the water. This memory made me laugh out loud, and i still have a giggle every time i think about it...
I was wondering if any of you have any memories of your father from a previous life?