For me, I like the OPs DD, just loved my Dad whatever and minimised the fact that he paid me very little maintenance whilst I was at Uni. They’d separated but due to his high wage I wasn’t give maintenance and there were no loans ‘back in the day’.
I worked my arse off all during University and lived in total hellish places. I don’t know how I got my degree. I was surrounded by well to do Londoners whose parents not only gave them the maintenance but bought them cars. They all went home every holiday too.
It took me until my 40s to start to think, Christ why did my father withhold his money from me? I never asked for a penny. I smiled and enjoyed my sporadic time with him, supported his new family and new wife with good grace. I was the only one from my family to go to University and it was a real effort.
I shouldn’t have had to scrape and struggle all that time. I narrowly got a first. I probably would have done if I hadn’t had to work all hours.
I now see that this attitude towards me, of being ‘blind’ to my situation, of never giving me anything beyond what he ‘had to’ (and even then, being miserly) - was part of a pattern where he never really fathered me, and my feeling of being supported only ever came from my mother. Thank god for her. I now have very little to do with my Dad, who is quite offended and bitter that his doting daughter isn’t propping him up anymore.