My DF left us on Christmas Day when I was 12 to start a new life & went on to have 2 half siblings. He married the OW.
He was always late & often didn’t turn up for access pick ups etc. My mother worked 3 jobs to pay the mortgage & keep a roof over our heads.
In my 20’s we fell out & didn’t have any contact for about 5 years. About 15 years ago he made contact. He’d divorced his wife & had a new partner . We made tentative steps to rebuilding our relationship & for him to get to know his GC. We has a very frank relationship. I was the only child that had a conversation with him about what a poor parent he’d been, I couldn’t let him carry on believing he’d given me & my siblings a perfect upbringing. He took the conversation well.
His new partner was incredible, an amazing woman & so good for him.
Unfortunately she died about 5 years ago.
I’d been married for 28 years but I divorced 5 years ago.
I’ve been on my own & due to hideous circumstances I’m living in a shared house. I have a reasonable job but rubbish credit rating. The options for my future are bleak.
This week I had a lightbulb moment.
I can (Covid permitting) move to the other side of the world (dual citizen) & start my life again. I’m old but I can do it.
However, my Dad is very unwell with a degenerative condition. We have been unable to see a consultant for a year so I have no idea how long he has (he could have a year-5 years). He relies on me for daily phone calls.
All my hope & optimism has drained tonight as I realise I can’t just leave him for my other siblings to manage (it’s not fair on them).
Just feel deflated.
It’s horrible to say but after my childhood I’m not even sure I love him but the feelings of obligation are overwhelming