I agree. I grew up with a family very similar to this. Cruel treatment by my father, and a mother who should have saved us all and left, but chose to stay... and I paid the price for it over and over again.
The feelings of hate and running away are strong, yet same with the feelings of being stuck and trapped and just existing one day at a time because what can you really do?
There were some scenes in this show that really hit home. The whole "I'm sorry and things will be better now". Or the being hurt so badly that it hurts to move. And realizing that any excuse any parent made to cover it up just is completely unacceptable... yet during the time and the situation, the excuses were always accepted, or considered good enough and the paged turned to a new day and a new awful memory yet to be written.
But then also the scenes where time has passed and you are grown up and not the victim anymore. And you see the parent more aged, vulnerable, and then there are moments you see that parent's positive traits... even though there was once a time you never believed any were there. Then trying to reconcile all of that - the man who you had come to know as a monster - someone only capable of inflicting pain, is also a man capable of kindness... and you realize that you do in fact have good memories. You just did have to search harder for them, but they are there. And now what do you do with that?
As with my father, (although mine died) the time comes when all those painful memories that you were holding onto, as though they were the sum total of one's childhood experiences, no longer seem like something to carry around anymore. Like how Michael (Ryan Reynolds) burned his novel, leaving those memories in the past and choosing not to continue to carry them into the future becomes something you find yourself doing, and in doing so, it's almost liberating.
There was a time I once only hated my father and everything he did to me and my family. I thought that out of everyone I knew, when his death came, it would be easy for me, as I thought I had disconnected myself from him. Severed any emotional tie. Yet in fact I found myself in pain. And all those good memories I forgot existed, were the ones so easy to find. All of a sudden,all the painful ones lost their vividness. Dropped to the wayside. Not forgotten, but not... I really don't know. They just seem like old stories now. The reality of the present, the current seems to be more important. More significant.
And strangely, my father's last name, which I have carried throughout all my life and always hated, all of a sudden I am no longer ashamed of it. My father died a different man. A man I couldn't hate anymore. A man with his own pain and regrets.
I think the ending (and the movie in whole) was so well written. Deeply moving to someone like me who can find so many similarities and parallels to my own life. I haven't cried so much watching a movie in years. And as sad and painful as it was watching this movie, it was profoundly comforting as well. Even therapeutic when you still have some open wounds, questions, confusion, and a whole lot of stuff you just don't know what to do with.
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