Shadowed today by a difficult dream about my dad.
He was paying some bills, all by people who’d been chasing him for a long time, and wanted me to take the cheques to them. I knew he didn’t really have the money. I was wondering whether to pay them for him and trying to work out how much it would end up being - several thousand - and whether he would resent me doing it, and knowing that it wouldn’t fix anything and he’d be in the same situation again in a few months.
It felt like how it always was around my dad - financial chaos and worry, and he’d never tell you anything until the last possible minute, and always involved with dodgy people who flattered him and got money out of him.
I know I can be like my dad and i hate that part of myself. I even find it harder now because my sister has forgiven him and only says positive things about him and negative things about my mum. Also feeling that we will never ‘move on’, I’m nearly 60 and this is permanently how it is. I suppose at least it will never get worse.