I have nc for this as I will be easily identifiable by those who know me or my family. I will also be changing a few details and leaving a lot out of the basic story.
Right, this will probably be long.
My mum died when I was 6 and I was sent to live with my dad. They had been divorced for two years after he had cheated on her. He was living with a different woman when I went to live with him.
His GF (soon wife) could not cope with having me around. I was a grieving child who she hardly knew and she had many issues of her own. My dad loved her and despite her increasingly cruel treatment of me they stayed together. They then had a baby together and my, by then, step mother became even colder to me. My dad rarely challenged her and bought me a puppy as consolation and company. Then when she didn't want the hassle my dog was given away.
My step mother was the main provider and she would not provide for me so my unemployed dad had to buy my clothes etc separate from the household budget. This included Christmas presents so my Dsis would get lots of gifts whilst I would get one. My step mother wouldn't talk to me and showed no love or compassion towards me. I was 10 by this point.
They eventually split up and my dad and I moved to a small flat. My dad had many relationships with various women, some moved in, some were casual I guess. In all these relationships he put my needs second to his. I essentially looked after myself a lot of the time.
Then, when I was 14, my dad became seriously unwell and could not look after me. So I looked after myself, rather badly, from then on. I went to school with a dirty uniform, had no money for food, was generally pretty neglected. My dad was in no state to notice what was happening and no one else seemed to care much either.
I moved out as soon as I could and began to build a life for myself as an adult. My dad got better and went on to have another serious relationship. They seemed to have a good life together and my dad sorted himself out.
Then he cheated on her. So that ended. He turned up on my doorstep and I looked after him for a month.
More 'serious' relationships followed where I would have to meet another woman and put effort into getting to know them etc before he would cheat again.
He then meets his now wife. She has three children and they all move in together. Off he goes to play happy families again. We now have a very tense relationship as I don't like his new wife and I'm not willing to put much effort into getting to know her. She has some severe emotional problems and I just can't deal with anymore crap.
I was looking on Facebook this evening and there is a picture of my dad, his wife and her kids with their new puppy. It has broken me.
I am a grown woman with a successful career, children of my own and a lovely partner but I see my dad give these children what he never gave me and it breaks my heart. He is my sole parent and he treats me like shit. I've tried to talk to him but he gets angry with me and won't listen. He is a narcissist and his new family are enabling his self image (at the moment). I know all this and yet it still hurts so much.
Fuck him for buying them a dog!
If you have got this far, thank you for reading. I don't really know what I want from this brain dump but it's got to be better than sitting in the dark sobbing my heart out.