{"id":6019,"date":"2025-01-05T07:26:59","date_gmt":"2025-01-05T07:26:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=6019"},"modified":"2025-01-05T07:27:01","modified_gmt":"2025-01-05T07:27:01","slug":"all-my-life-my-father-blamed-me-for-my-mothers-passing-then-he-gets-taught-a-lesson-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/6019","title":{"rendered":"All My Life My Father Blamed Me for My Mother’s Passing, Then He Gets Taught a Lesson \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I grew up believing that my father blamed me for my mother’s death but the truth was heartbreaking.\n
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I never knew my mother, and my father never spoke about her. All I knew was that she had been very beautiful, because of the picture that hung on my father’s study wall, and that she had died very young.\n\n

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My father was a sad man, a quiet and distant man. I wanted him to notice me, and to love me, but he never did. He rarely spoke to me beyond the perfunctory hello and goodbye, good morning and goodnight. I would have given anything for him to sweep me into his arms and tell me he loved me.\n\n

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The shadow of my mother’s death followed me my whole life\n\n\n

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This strange and strained relationship with my father continued until I was 18, and by then I was a sad and lonely young woman who believed my father hated me. If my father didn’t love me, who would?\n\n

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But the answer to all my questions was about to be delivered in the most painful and cruel way. My father was hosting a party for his business associates, and among them was a woman whom I knew slightly.\n\n

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If you don’t leave the past behind you, you deny yourself a future.\n\n\n
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I had the feeling that she and my father had a past together — or at least that she wished they did. She greeted me and we started chatting — inconsequential talk about nothing special — and my father walked by.\n\n

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I gave him my best smile, but he immediately glanced away. The woman saw it all. “Do you know why?” she asked.\n\n

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I grew up feeling that my father hated me\n\n\n

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“Why what?” I asked, confused.\n\n

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“Why he hates you,” she said.\n\n

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“My father doesn’t hate me!” I exclaimed. “He’s just not a very demonstrative man.”\n\n

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“So you don’t know…” she smiled. It was the ugliest smile I’d ever seen. I was about to walk away when she said, “He believes you killed your mother, Karen.”\n\n

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One day at a party someone told me the truth\n\n\n

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I stopped in my tracks. “What?” I gasped.\n\n

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“Your mother died giving birth to you, surely you know that?” she said.\n\n

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“No…” I answered. “No, I didn’t know.” I turned my back on her and went looking for my grandmother, my father’s mother, the woman who’d raised me and never told me about my mother’s death.\n\n

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“How did my mother die?” I asked her angrily. “Was it in childbirth?”\n\n

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My mother had died in childbirth\n\n\n

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My grandmother shook her head. “Please Karen, your father asked me never to speak of this with you.”\n\n

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“I have the right to know about my own mother!” I cried. “I have the right to know why my father hates me!”\n\n

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Then a quiet angry voice behind me said, “I don’t hate you, Karen, but your mother’s death is none of your business:”\n\n

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I turned to face my father. “My mother’s death is none of my business? You’re wrong! I killed her, didn’t I? That’s what you think each time you look at me!”\n\n

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My father blamed me for her death\n\n\n

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The expression in his eyes sent me running out of the door. I got into my car and drove aimlessly, tears running down my face. In my distress, I didn’t see the oncoming car changing lanes until it was too late.\n\n

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I woke up in the hospital linked to a beeping machine, with a dull promise of pain twinging through my whole body. Sitting by my side and holding my hand was my father.\n\n

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“Karen,” he said softly, “Thank God you’re alright!”\n\n

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“Daddy…” I whispered, “you’re here!”\n\n

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Tears came into his eyes. “Of course I’m here. I don’t hate you, Karen. I love you. And I don’t blame you for your mother’s death, I blame myself. When your mom and I married we were very poor.\n\n

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“All we had were dreams and our love for each other. Then she fell pregnant and I took on a second job. I knew we’d need the money when you came along. I was working 16-hour days and she spent a lot of time alone.\n\n

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“So one day when I came home she wasn’t there. A neighbor had taken her to the hospital. When I got there it was all over. Your mother had died, and I hadn’t been there for her.\n\n

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The accident nearly cost me my life\n\n\n

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“I didn’t blame you, Karen, I blamed myself. I was determined I wasn’t going to fail you the way I’d failed her, so I threw myself into my work, and I became a rich man.\n\n

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“Daddy, how could you blame yourself?” I asked. “There was nothing you could have done!”\n\n

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“I could have been there, holding her hand the way I’m holding yours now,” he said.\n\n

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“But daddy…” I hesitated, “you were always so angry with me, so cold. You ran away from me.”\n\n

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My father and I were reconciled\n\n\n

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“Karen, you look just like your mother, and each time I looked at you, my heart was torn apart by grief and guilt. It took nearly losing you to make me realize what I’d done. I love you.”\n\n

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For the first time in my life, my father put his arms around me and showed me that he loved me. It was a new beginning for both of us, and I like to believe my mother was smiling down from heaven.\n\n

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What can we learn from this story?\n\n

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  • If you don’t leave the past behind you, you deny yourself a future.\u00a0Karen’s father was so lost in his pain that he nearly lost the opportunity to have a wonderful relationship with his daughter.\n
  • The truth can heal old wounds and open the way to a new beginning.\u00a0It was only after Karen and her father spoke about their estrangement that they could move past their misunderstandings.\n\n\n
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    Share this story with your friends. It might brighten their day and inspire them.\n\n

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    If you enjoyed this story, you might like\u00a0this one\u00a0about a man who left his widowed mother homeless.\n\n

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