Thread by @TheDilliMirror

THIS IS THE MOST GUT WRENCHING & UNBELIEVABLE STORY I EVER HEARD -
Disclosure - This was sent to me in ramblings & sometimes incoherent sentences as if drunk so I stitched it together in my own words-
" You might think that I am completely cuckoo or suffering with some deep

mental health issues . You might be correct , in fact not a day goes by when I don't try to self diagnose as to which one am I or maybe I am both ? But since you collect these stories and I have not told anyone about it ever , I think this will serve both our purpose .

So here goes nothing -
" I am 30 now and these incidents started when I was 18 . I am from one the richest and quite influential family of Delhi . My mother , even though I say this myself , is and was always a bitch . She was a famous model of her times and only thing

that mattered to her was the optics . She married my rich dad for optics , had me for optics , everything for her was a show . In fact , my grandmother , I would say ,runs a bitch breeding academy . She groomed her daughters for the sole reason to get hooked to rich guys & share

the loot with her or get the fuck out of her house . So it was not really my mothers fault how she turned out but I think she was more that just product of her environment . She is pure evil and nobody but herself had a role to play in that .
My dad was no saint.

Rich , entitled Delhi kid whose nose would perennially bleed with over use of cociane . As a kid , I could never make out why he feIl so much that everyday he hurt his nose . But I would like to believe that he was not evil .

In any case , I was a neglected child and devoid of love of my parents till I was 7-8 . I think I must have been 8- I was suffering from very high fever and the moment my very drunk parents walked in the door late at night , I just ran to my mother , crying and hugged her for

comfort . My loving and drunk mother - slapped me hard and threw me aside and stubbled over muttering what I can only assume where abuses towards me .
I think it was at that momen that my father had a moment of reckoning ;

that I was more than optics of their social life but a living , breathing human being that they had bought to this world . From that day onwards , if I remember correctly , I became center of his existence and he of mine .

To be very honest , I was so devoid of love that I would have made one of your ghosts center of my existence if they had showed slight affection towards me . This man was still my father .

But as time progressed , we became each others support system . We were friends , confidants, keepers of secrets . Completely codependent, we used to spend most of our time in my fathers study which was not part of the main house but little bit further in the quiet corner of the

garden . That was our safe place away from my mum because most morning my mum was too hungover to get out of the house and most nights she was too drunk to walk that far . She was never home during the day anyways .

When I was 18 my father died of cancer . It was detected very late so I never got any time to prepare for life without my father .
I reacted to the loss of losing my only loved one like a typical rich 18 year old .

It started with alcohol , progressed to drugs & fueled with masochistic addiction. I will spare you the details but it got to the point that whenever rich fuckbois of Delhi feel like taking their toxic masculinity induced anger out - they knew who was easily available at all

times .
It got to the point where my very stoic grandfather met me at my fathers study ( same library that was our refuge)& with eyes swelling wt tears asked me why I was doing what I was doing . For a very smart man , he was pretty dense if he could not understand why I was on

self destruction path . I was also a very stoic granddaughter of very stoic grandfather but in rare emotional outburst , I shouted -
" BECAUSE THE ONLY PERSON WHO EVER TOLD ME RIGHT FROM WRONG HAS GONE AND LEFT AT AN AGE WHEN I NEEDED HIM MOST TO GUIDE ME "

and I stormed out of the room . I crashed into my bathroom , ready to fuck the shit out lines and my nose. Like father , like daughter ....
I pulled back my hair , bent my neck , ready to snort when my blackberry dinged a mail message . I would normally ignore my mails -

I mean I was 18 years old good for nothing - who would mail me anything that ws worth waiting to take the hit . But something inside me chided me to check & so I did .
" Dont do it " . Thats all the mail said . I checked who it was from . I think I read it wrong since my eyes

were still swelled from tears . I dried my eyes and checked again .
It was from my fathers e-mail address !
It was almost 7 months since my father had passed away . There was someone playing prank on me . I was so angry that I was about to lay down few more lines when the mail

dinged again . " Don't do it , go to sleep " . I was stunned , confused , angry .. all at once . Exasperated I laid on the bed and somehow fell asleep and slept like I had never slept since my dad passed away .
Inspire of all these very questionable happenings , my mind surprisg

was very quite throughout the night .
But in the morning I had to get to the bottom of this so I called up my relatives , dads close friend to check if they had received any messages from my dads e-mail address . Nothing . And off course they thought that I was high

right in the morning so ask such questions .
Like father , like daughter..
Just then one of my very questionable " friends " called me to take out his physical anger on me . Normally the language he uses to describe this turns me on , today it didn't and I was in two minds .

Just then the mail flashed again . " Don't " and as if under trance I refused .
Couple of hours later I came to know that his car crashed and he was badly injured . The girl in the passenger seat died .

I just could not believe what was happening but since then right

from deciding on the college , to boy friends , to career advice - I always received these cryptic mails guiding me .
I also explored the possibility of the fact that it was me who was sending mails to myself from the dads id in some kind of weird psychological shit and I had

put all kind of trackers and cameras to track my activity but nothing to suggest it was me
As I got older the frequency of mails decreased . Its my 30th birthday today and its been 6 months since I have received any mails from him .
Do u think its his final goodbye , this ?