I'm a regular who has name-changed.
I'm 36 years old and have in the past 12 months had a series of epiphanies about my relationship with my Dad.
I grew up absolutely hero-worshipping him. I'm the eldest of two and my Mum spent my childhood having to parent my younger sister very closely due to various problems (only diagnosed later) which impacted her health and behaviour quite substantially. So my Dad and I were very close, and this continued into adulthood.
I have basically spent my whole life, until now, believing everything my Dad said was right and living my life in order to seek his approval. My Dad has a very closed/risk-averse view of the world and as he gets older is more and more afraid of anything and everything beyond his front door. BTW, he is a fit and healthy 66 years old!
Somehow in spite of this I have ended up with a lovely DH and two gorgeous young DCs. My DH is very different to my Dad, has a very open mind and broad horizons. Maybe that's what I was looking for, subconsciously? We travelled the world together before settling down to start our family.
Since having my DCs I have come to realise how insular/selfish my Dad can be, and how much I have been seeking his approval. Dad puts his own needs first at every turn. Even when I was heavily pregnant or post-natal, his need for a cup of tea/coffee/beer/whatever was paramount, certainly more important in his eyes than my wellbeing or whatever my DCs might need (I know that's trivial but it drove me mad). We took my parents on holiday with us earlier in the year and his behaviour there was worse than my toddler DD's, he very nearly spoiled a very expensive holiday for all of us, just by refusing to do anything outside his comfort zone, but we just about salvaged it.
As far as I'm concerned, this is all very new, I am trying to process it all in my head whilst coping with a new baby and related hormones, and it's making me very sad. I love my Dad, but he is a pain in the arse! I can just see him getting worse and worse and worrying himself into an early grave.
But my real concern is for my poor Mum, who has spent her whole life pandering to him, but has herself always been open to new experiences (I took her to New York pre-DCs, she loved it). Otherwise she has pretty much not been able to experience life and the world around her due to my Dad's controlling and risk-averse nature. And we certainly won't be taking them on holiday with us again (DH refuses) so she misses out too.
Sorry this is long, but I would appreciate advice from anyone who has been through this. How can I get my own head straight, still have a good relationship with my Dad, and be there for my Mum?