A Father’s Love?
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At thirty years old, author Felicity Allen decided it was time to share the story of her childhood, a story she has kept a secret for so long. In A Father’s Love? she chronicles the sexual and emotional abuse she experienced at the hands of her father for many years.
This colleciton of childhood memories offers insights into the thoughts and feelings of an abused child, a child who felt lost and didn’t know where to turn for help.
Written to help other abused children have a voice and not be silenced by their abusers, Allen shows how you can rise up despite your fears and fight to regain your voice. A story of bravery and resilience, A Father’s Love? calls attention to this societal problem and the harmful effects on the world’s children.
Felicity Allen
Felicity Allen and her husband have two kids. She works fulltime and enjoys spending time with her family.
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A Father’s Love? - Felicity Allen
A FATHER’S
LOVE?
Felicity Allen
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Archway Publishing rev. date: 10/12/2022
CONTENTS
Dedication
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
Twenty-three
Letter to My Dad
We have to support survivors and help break the
silence. We need to make the invisible visible.
It’s time to change the things we cannot accept.
—Daniela Ligiero,
CEO of Together for Girls
Dedication
To my husband, my son, and my daughter. Without the love you have shown me in my life, I am not sure I would’ve become the person I am today. Thank you. I love you all so much.
ONE
M y name is Felicity, and I am thirty years old. I’m currently lying in my bed with my four dogs in our yurt tent, which just so happens to be on my mother and stepfather’s property. My husband and I had sold our house in New York and decided to move our family to North Carolina. We were pretty young when we purchased our house—my husband was twenty-five and I was twenty-two. It was a great opportunity, not a lot of couples are able to say they’ve reached a milestone like that at that age, but maybe we moved a little too fast. Or maybe we had grown and were in search of new desires.
Therefore, we packed everyone and everything up in hopes of a better opportunity at this thing called life—our two children, four dogs, two cats, and a ferret, all ready to start anew. We were hoping to start fresh while learning from mistakes we’d made when we were younger—mistakes when it came to finances and credit, poor decisions, and short-term thinking. Maybe we’d get peace of mind, moving from a city of about a quarter million to the countryside, which had a population of about eight thousand. Listening to the leaves fall this morning, I am happy to have gotten away to focus on my family and myself.
I can honestly say that I love and adore my family. I say the word honestly
because the words marriage,
family,
and love
all seemed to have lost their meaning over the years. My husband and I have been together for quite some time now, a little over a decade, and we have two amazing children. They bicker and argue like kids typically do with their siblings, but they love each other unconditionally. They’re always the first ones to stick up for each other; I couldn’t wish for better children. I couldn’t ask for a better husband either. He makes me feel so good when I’m feeling low, and he makes me feel great when I’m feeling good. He always makes me feel truly loved. My kids are the same—true cuddle bugs. Always wanting love and affection and always giving it. They even argue about who makes a better egg sandwich for me in the morning. I can truly say I’m incredibly honored to have a family like the one I have now.
I always say that we are your typical family. We work and our kids go to school; they have extracurricular activities they are involved in. I work full-time, and ever since COVID-19 plagued our world and changed our lives, I’ve been able to work from home. The company I work for is amazing. The days are mentally hard and long, but the people are awesome—very family oriented—and my boss is probably the best boss I’ve ever had. No, I lied. My boss is definitely the best boss I’ve ever had. He even puts up with my sassy attitude and sometimes foul language. My husband renovates and remodels homes, and has recently started his own business.
Due to COVID-19 creating an uncertain future in the education system, the kids actually started their first year of homeschooling this year, and they love it. My son wanted to learn French, which he’s really excited about, and my daughter chose Spanish. Both of the kids stay pretty busy as well with jiu-jitsu, Muay Thai, cheerleading, and Girl Scouts, but they love it and even get upset when we have to miss a day. Like I said, your typical family. Our kids bicker sometimes, but no more than any other siblings, and they love each other so much that they try to do the other’s chores when one is sick. My husband and I hardly ever argue, if at all. He’s so laid back and calm. I am the one who’s quite rowdy. He’s definitely the yin to my yang—my better half, as the saying goes.
I can’t help but sometimes feel like I’m a fraud though. I think to myself, How are you happy? With the things I’ve gone through in my life, how am I happy? I mean, I’m grateful and thankful that I am able to have the life that I have, but I see people who have gone through similar things that have turned out so awful. They’re sad or depressed, lost, or just completely broken from the traumatizing events they have gone through. Like I said, I’m thankful I didn’t end up like that. I’m happy and have a healthy family with healthy relationships.
I see people who go through trauma and then turn to God, which seems to help them. I still find it hard to believe in God. I get emotional when I go to church and when I listen to the choir, but to say I am a believer would be a lie. I used to get asked if I believe in God a lot, actually. I usually wanted to say no, and sometimes I did, but when people ask why, how do you just come out and say, Because I was molested half of my life, and I don’t believe that there would be a god who’d allow that kind of thing to happen.
So I just say, I don’t know—haven’t seen enough proof yet.
Deciding to write this book didn’t come easily either. I have racked my brain for years about whether or not I should write this autobiography. There are a lot of factors that came into my decision, like how would it affect my kids? What would my husband think of me? Would he be disgusted? Could this affect my job or my relationships with my friends? What will happen to him, my dad?
Do you ever get that feeling in your chest? The feeling that you need to say something. Then your chest gets really heavy and you never say it. Afterward, it feels like a brick is weighing on your chest. That’s how I feel most of the time. If you ask anybody who knows me, they would say that I usually don’t shy away from saying something that’s on my mind. This is hard, but I feel like writing this will get this weight off my chest. I know it might sound selfish, and I know it might hurt people in the process. However, I think it’s about time I start looking after myself. I need to stop worrying about those who hurt me, those who took my innocence.
I wish I could be a hundred percent honest and say I am all for writing this book and letting all of you in on my life, but that would be a lie. Even now, I’m so torn about writing the rest of this book. There’s a fine line, I believe, when writing about molestation between anyone. I mean, you want to be informative and descriptive, but you also want to make sure what you’re writing isn’t getting the next pedophile off just by reading your book. It’s a sickening thought to be honest, but I can’t help but think about it. I want to be a hundred percent transparent in writing this though. I hope this can help others who have gone through something similar. I’m going to be writing about things I’ve never spoken out loud to anyone about, not even to my husband. Most of what I’m going to tell you has been locked away in that brick on my chest.
Now I will say this: I don’t blame all of my hardships and bad memories for any unhappiness or problems that I have now as an adult. I think I give my hardships and bad memories more credit for making me who I am; for helping me become who I am now. That’s all you can do, right? You can’t change the past. I do think about my childhood often though. I think about how it was all messed up. I always say that it could have been worse, and I can’t help but feel like I shouldn’t think that way. I mean, I