My mother died two years ago, leaving my dad who has always been very lazy and self-pitying, allowing mum to wait on him. Typical scenario, just after her hip operation, he would be sitting at the table and announce, 'Mustard Mary' and mum would get up and shuffle into the kitchen to get said condiment. My sister and I would protest and dad would just shrug and mutter 'I'll do without then' rather than get up and walk literally five paces into the kitchen. Mum did him no favours - we accept that and she shouldn't have made him so lazy and dependant.
But I have no happy memories of dad from my childhood. He was a bully and would 'tease' me and shout at me - come home drunk from the pub, and then be either horribly maudlin or just bad tempered. As I became an adolescent he would comment on my body and make creepy remarks about my 'tits'. He never touched me but his remarks made me anxious and feel dirty and ashamed of myself. I've spoken to a few friends and they all said, individually, that my dad made them feel uncomfortable - standing too close etc.
The point about this is he never expressed affection or said 'well done' when I needed it and now he is old, he wants me to cuddle him and tells me he loves me. It means nothing to me now - in fact I just want to run away. I've made sure that I take my own children's fears and worries seriously and I've never humiliated or shamed them the way I was shamed. My sister and I have taken good care of him - he has carers and a cleaner and we are arranging for him to go into a lovely sheltered accomodation place. So why do I feel ashamed and guilty that I can't/won't make my peace with dad before he dies. I just feel that it's too late and he should have been a better dad when I was a child.