Hi all,
My dad recently passed away who was 59, he had a heart attack so it was very sudden. I hadn't spoke to him for 2 years, not because of an argument or fallout, but because our relationship essentially fizzled out.
Growing up, I constantly felt left out of the family and treated differently to my half brother and felt this as an adult too... family dinners being organised, family trips and me not being invited. I always felt this was because I was younger than my half brother, wasn't in a relationship like he was and essentially cos I didn't have much in common with my dad whereas my brother did. My brother went on to have a child which is when I felt the push more. Again, family days out which I wasn't told about, the list goes on.
I made a decision as an adult that I couldn't carry the relationship on. It was too upsetting. It was making me ill. He went months without contacting me at times and I felt I had to put a stop to my feeling of hope. I also saw his house was for sale but he never told me he was moving and I knew he wouldn't be staying in the local area.
2 years on my dads dead. I was told 10 days after he had died. I've gone on to have my own child which he never knew about, all because I thought I was protecting her not because of spite. When the relationship was breaking down I was going through multiple miscarriages, my mums diagnosis of cancer as well as a family friend being very unwell. I couldn't handle it.
I am now riddled with guilt that he never knew my little girl, every time I look at her I feel awful. I've spoken to his long term partner who disliked me since being a small child and once told my dad she hates me. I asked her if I could contribute to flowers and her response was "it's family only flowers". I've asked what music is being played and haven't been told.
She told me my dad thought I wanted nothing to do with him but I also felt the same and almost felt like I was a burden. Looking back on messages there are a couple of times he asked to see me but that was when the relationship had already ended in my mind and enough had been done.
I'm dreading his funeral and seeing all that side of the family. They think I'm evil. I've messed my half brother reaching out and he hasn't responded to one message. I wish I could go back in time and have a proper sit down conversation with him.
Has anyone experienced anything similar? What helped you get through this ?