I have read some more posts and decided to return and definitely post :) This may be long.
I grew up with my mum, dad and younger brother. Mum and dad always arguing. Dad was of the opinion that I was always in the way, shouldn't watch TV, listen to music as that would stop him and hinder him from playing his guitar
I remeber one night I was watching TV when he came in from work and he wanted his music on so instead of asking me to turn it off he grabbed me and physically threw me up the whole flight of stairs.
Dad was violent to me and mum. I remember he once chased my mum round the garden with a carving knife while I was watching. I must have been about 6.
I was constantly smacked, slippered, punched by him. Mum was too scared of him to protect me. Little brother saw nothing of it all.
Dad had affairs and would leave for a few months, mum would always take him back, things would be fine for a while.
Mum has always suffered with depression and takes AD and has therapy. I have never had either.
I find it so hard to trust, I am paranoid and insecure. Dad left permanently and they divorced when I was 11 and brother was 6 or 7. He never visited. He turned up out of the blue when I was 13. He walked in the door, I walked out. He got my mum pregnant and then left her accusing her that the baby was someone elses. Brother 2 is now 9.
I feel like I'm writing this for someone else now. I feel so detached from the whole thing. Dad has 3 children from his first marriage before us 3 and out of the 6 children he sees none. He has 7 grandchildren who has never met.
I left home at 16 to live with a violent and abusive boyfriend. It lasted for 18months. I thought I was in love and that it was normal to have such a shit relationship. He called me names, put me down all the time, he was a control freak with where i went,, what I wore, who I saw, tried to strangle me when I was 17 and threw me out a moving car. I finally left him and haven't seen him since. I left in the middle of the night and went back to my mum.
I love my mum to bits but I can't help but sometimes think she should have made my dad leave sooner than she did. That perhaps she could have prevented some of the things dad did. But then I think that it's such a selfish thing to blame her. She used to cry on me regularly, I was her rock and at ten years old it was too much to deal with. Now I find it hard to even cuddle her. And I can't remember the last time I told her I love her.
I hate my dad with a passion. Now I have a DH and a DD I can see what is normal and what a normal family should be, but I find myself wondering what he is like, if he thinks about me, would he want to know about my family. Then I think that I would never want him near my DD so those thought disappear for a while.
There is so much more I could write but this is probably too long already and I have to fetch DD from nursery. Will be back soon.