Three Card Spread
March 25, 2018
1. What I Want: Nine of Swords (comfort, satisfaction, happiness)
2. What I Have: Five of Wands (disagreement, strife, conflict, competition)
3. What I Need: XII - The Hanged Man (suspension, restriction, letting go, sacrifice)
This reading could not have been laid out so simple or so quickly. Literally all I did beforehand was light my two main prayer candles, grab my tarot deck and shuffle it a bit, and snatch three cards. Bam. My life laid out before me.
The first two are an easy given. But what they apply to specifically in my life is where it gets me.
I thought of my family. Especially my parents.
On the surface, it looks like we’re okay. My dad sometimes takes me out for lunch; my mom sometimes goes to a movie with me and we have a drink afterward. I can go hang out at their house for a day and we will get along. We can text “I love you” to each other. We joke, we laugh, we cook meals. We can have conversations without yelling or arguing. It seems like it’s okay.
But it really isn’t okay. Not since I came out to them almost three years ago.
As long as I avoid certain topics that cover a major part of my life, it’s okay. When I’m with my dad I’m actively cautious on what I say and how I answer certain questions. With my mom she never even bothers to ask. I’m still trying to process the long term effects of my childhood and of course I cannot go to them about it because they are still good in their eyes. They don’t see anything wrong with some of the things that happened that were definitely wrong. My dad talks about me to his friends like I’m some special case. He’s showed blatantly homophobic (as in, “if you’re gay you’re demon possessed and need healing” level of homophobic) videos to me as if they will change my mind. I’ve been taught not to show anger around him because he knows how to make me feel wrong/guilty/sinful/evil/etc etc if I show the slightest rage. I feel like he snuffed out the fire in me. And my mom will openly make fun of my identity like it’s not something that is threatened daily.
But long story short, my relationship with my parents doesn’t feel steady. It feels fragile. And it’s not comfortable or happy or anywhere near what I want it to be. I have to function as a shadow of myself around them to get along and it’s not okay. So that explains the first two cards.
When I drew the Hanged Man I just about started crying.
I want my parents to love me for who I really am so, so bad. More than anything. But what if that never happens? What if it’s always going to be like this? Is the Hanged Man saying that my need for healthy parent relationships is holding me down? That I need to let go of ever being accepted by them?
I’ve been told I should just cut them off. but i can’t...I need a mom. I need a dad. I need them to love me again. And not just the me they want me to be. The Me that they’re stuck with the rest of their lives. What is out there that I need to release if I’m ever going to be happy again?













