This is a really long story and I just need to get my head around my feelings because I'm so torn.
I love my father to pieces, he is my 'Daddy' I'm approaching 30 but I feel such a sense of love towrds him its crippling.
But our relationship isn't very open.
He had an awful childhood and heres where my problems start.
My Grandparents are approaching their 70's now, my grandfather isn't my dads real Dad, he stepped in when he was very young, about 4. His real dad was an alcoholic, my grandma used to leave my Dad and his 3 year old brother (my dad was only 1 year older!) in the flat whilst she went to work hoping my dads real dad would come hom from work, but mostly he went to the bar, so they were left alone.
When he left and stepdad came along he used to beat them (there was a baby sister by this time too - to origibal dad too), my grandad (step) was in the army so he was unbelievably hard n those 3 kids, they weren't allowed to move without his permission.
He hurt them physically and mentally.
When my dad was 6 they sent him into care because he was 'bad' (its breaking my heart writing this, my son is nearly 6 and looks so much like my dad at that age) my Dad was never fostered and went from care home to care home for years. I don't know much about this because it make me feel truelly physicallh sick to think of him struggling like that as a child but I do know he was beaten and someone attempted to sexually abuse him.
This went on for his whole childhood, when he ran home from care my grandparents refused to take him in and sent him back.
His younger brother became and alcoholic.
when my dad was 17 he met my mum, he is now late 40's with 4 kids, 4 grandkids.
My Uncle married but it was a drunken relaton ship that didn't last.
We barely saw him and when we did it was because he was beaten up and had to stay with dad.
He died a year ago today.
Because its his anniversary I have been thinking.
I have contact with my grandparents, I never knew any of this stuff growing up, I always thought they were lovely, you wouldn't have a clue.
Of course I know now, but it causes me so much confusion and pain as they are so old and nice now, but I can't help but hate them when I think of what they did to my Dad.
They weep and mourn at my uncles grave but they said to his homeless freind when he knocked on their door to tell them he was ill 'ooh don't come knocking on our door, the neighbours will see you'
I just feel sick to my stomach.
My Dad is my world, but he is so distant because he doesn't know how to show affection because he never got any when little.
All I want is to hug him so much but I can't remember ever doing that :(
I'm srry, I'm babbling, today has been a really hard day.
I haven't even spoken to my dad because it feels so awkward. christ, my mum lost her Dad last year and I have sobbed and sobbed at the thought of loosing my Dad too but even that fear doesn't seem enough for me to be able to reach out to him.
I don't even know what Im doing writing this, I have no questions or even expect replies I just wanted someone somewhere to know how I am feeling tonight.