Today is an odd day for me. 20 years since my dad died. I was very young when dad died and many things were left unsaid.
My dad and I didn't have a great relationship. I discovered he was having an affair when I was 12. Told mum 2 years later when he was becoming more and more abusive towards her. We left the family home when she was undergoing cancer treatment. I was blamed by my dad for breaking up the family.
He then absolutely doted on my much younger sibling whilst barely even acknowledging my existence.
We had zero relationship by this point.
Years later, I tried to let him back into my life. Many hurtful things had happened. He made sure I didn't get invited to wider family events. I got no gifts, no cards from them all. My sister did. He watched my sister sing in a concert. I then came on to sing a solo. He stood up and walked out as my music started. Etc etc.
However, I still loved him and craved him saying just once that he was proud of me. Even just saying something nice to me.
It never happened. He was a very stubborn and proud man. Saying anything like that would have been almost an acknowledgment that he had done something wrong. That would never have happened.
At 21, I did the adult thing of trying again. I made all the effort but he didn't reject me so progress.
I think we might have eventually got to an ok place. It was slow progress but there was progress.
Then he got sick, deteriorated very quickly and died. So much left unsaid. So much hurt still there. I've since lost my mum. That was very different. I was/am always missing her but I know 100% that she loved me.
With dad I dont know if he even liked me. He told me I was a bad person, that I was fat, that I was ugly. That I was a narcissist that destroyed relationships. I hope he was wrong but I always have a nagging doubt that deep down I am an evil person. I have gone through dark periods where I completely loathe myself, thinking everyone would be better off without me. I have to constantly fight that feeling.
So yes 20 years and i don't know how I feel. He has missed out on grandchildren. He has missed out on me getting married. He has missed out on seeing me as an adult. But would he have spent the last 20 years tearing me down more or would we have sorted things out. I will never know. And that sucks.
It is pathetic. I am in my 40s, happily married, 2 beautiful children, job I love, lots of friends but I just want to know that my daddy loved me. And I have an awful feeling he didn't and he never would have. So now I spend my time trying to get acceptance from someone who isn't here. It is crazy.