This is going to be extremely long, but I need to get it off my chest because it's really getting to me today. Thank you in advance for reading.
Me and dad have always had a strained relationship, I'm well aware that there are a few things he'd change about me, and it's caused so many arguments over the years. Some of it the usual stuff (the way I dress) to more irritating stuff (he hates that I'm shy) to his set in the fifties attitude (why didn't I want to do a nice "female" job like secretary).. and so on. Think in a lot of ways he wanted a nice, pretty, feminine, social girl to wow people at parties, not a painfully shy geeky goth.
Last few years have been really hard. When I married DH my dad almost didn't come to the wedding, all because of dad being a prat. We had a very small wedding, only space for 20 guests, we couldn't have afforded more. So we had to be selective with guests, unfortunately this meant I had to say no to all of my cousins as I couldn't pick and choose from them - that would have been awful. Dad got offended on their behalf (they were fine until he started kicking up a fuss) and threatened not to come to the wedding. Mum managed to calm him down, but it was horrible for a while, and definitely tainted the day.
About 2 years ago I got pregnant with DS, and it was a hard pregnancy, very severe HG and a doctor who wouldn't let me try any medication, I spent most of the pregnancy in hospital - even got induced 2 weeks early because of how bad the HG was. During the pregnancy my mum was diagnosed with, and died of, lung cancer. She died 3 weeks before DS was worn, and I had to beg the hospital to let me go to the funeral, even though I really should have still been on the drip. While she was very ill I obviously couldn't visit very often (hard to when in a hospital a couple of counties over). I know my dad resents me for not being there and, as he put it, "having to listen to mum scream in the night". I know he thinks I got off lightly while him and my brother carried the load. Like I'd chosen to have HG rather than be by my mum's side.
It's not only the HG though, I also have quite severe mobility problems due to some fucked up weirdness with my back. Dad knows all of this, and yet, like the HG he thinks I use it as an excuse not to do things. He thinks I can use positive thinking to get through it. Nevermind that I'm normally on a daily cocktail or 6 cocodomal and 3 diclofenac, with the occasional tramadol on the really bad days. It's still all in my mind according to him. If I just tried harder I'd be better.
That's the same approach he had to my depression (from the age of 15) and self harm.
All the times when I've needed him most I've been treated like it's my fault, like I'm lying and exaggerating.
If I try and tell him how bad it gets he wont believe me, he ignores that he never sees me on my bad days. He only sees me on the days where I am capable of
a) getting out of bed
b) getting out of the flat (upstairs flat means I'm often trapped)
c) manage a 45 min drive to his
Those are good days that require a lot of effort.
DS is now 18 months, dad has been to our flat twice since he was born. In a year and a half he has only managed 2 visits.
Dad is able bodied and drives for a living, there is no excuse.
He's never seen me on the days I cannot stand, of which there are many. So he doesn't believe they exist. Instead I'm just exaggerating.
Now today I was meant to be going to my cousin's wedding but as I am pregnant again (and therefore suffering from HG) I physically could not do it. Dad's reaction yesterday was to tell me I was being silly and to try harder, he also refused to accept me saying I couldn't make it, telling me to have a nap and call him later. So I did, funnily enough my answer was the same, he didn't pick up the phone or call me back. Hasn't checked to see how I am today. I can guarantee he's sulking with me now.
I am so sick and tired of being made to feel guilty for not being able to do what he wants, I feel bad enough for all the things I cannot do anymore. I'm only 29 and I'm stuck in the body of a fucking OAP. I have a toddler I cannot run after. The last thing I need is this shit about how I'm not trying hard enough, or making it up. I didn't choose this damn life, I'm just trying to make the most of it. And I'm fed up of dad treating me like I'm just being difficult.
And the hardest bit now is that I feel like I've lost both parents, not just one.