Princess of Sulaibikh
Let’s face reality, and stop lying, even once. Let’s not get the facts and call them with false names. Let’s not say about the absence of the father that he is “a sacrifice for the family.” Let us not justify his negligence and deliberate shortening, because in reality he was not busy, but rather he was fleeing his responsibilities towards another more interesting and exciting life abroad, and if he returned home, he is like a reserve player in a match that has never played!
Write this article; Because I witness a painful reality, in which I saw many stories of families that were destroyed because of a absent father, who does not exist, does not care, does not hear or feel. Sons lost, deviated, distorted from the inside, and wives who betrayed or asked for divorce, or a mortal – literally – from oppression and lethality. And more painful that these families reproduce pain. The father who failed to practice the role of paternity sees a generation that repeats the same mistakes and contracts on his children, in a cursed and continuous circle of psychological and social disorder.
What hurts the children is not the death of the father as some think, but rather his fake presence that leaves the soul an impact that does not heal, because he cultivates them with the conviction that they are people without value, and they do not deserve the slightest interest from anyone. This father does not know how to participate in the details of the life of those who are supposed to be the focus of his life. His negative silence is more severe than any insult, because it digs the hearts of his children without mercy, and emphasizes their Donut in his eyes.
I came across men and women in the thirty -forty and fifty, ashamed of saying, “I need you.” And they collapse in front of the phrase: “I am proud of you.” Throughout their lives, they will plow in search of appreciation in the eyes of others, because the father’s eye from the beginning was closed to them. Inside a deep hole that is not filled with no matter how much it happens and does not block it, carry it as a permanent disability, no one knows about it.
Parents are many, but parenting is a rare. We do not want a superhero. We want a present father. He knows the names of his children, their number, their specialties. He appreciates them, embraces them, tells them without an occasion: I love you and proud of you. With this only the next generation arises together, and escapes this miserable vortex.
