At the moment I don't want to see her again but perhaps I will feel differently if I have a rest from it all.
This is where I am at the moment. I'm holding in my head the fact that I need to fight it a bit. I mean, not badly; I'm not refusing to do something I really want to do.
But after yesterday's 'shall I call him?' moment, I remembered that he'll call me as soon as he wants something, or to gloat that grandma has died.
Realistically, despite these moments of 'I miss having a dad that I never had', being NC is calmer. Happier.
It gives me the space I need to work on all the stuff that I have to get through at therapy. He'd probably love how all about him therapy is, but he'll never actually know.
Actually, while I'm here, I want to share something from my last session. Dad was controlling. Despite being on this thread from time to time, and despite saying he was abusive and violent, I've never actually made the connection that he was controlling. In fact, I only mentioned it on Thursday because I misread something the therapist had written down.
Once I'd made that connection, so many things started falling into place. The fear and confusion both of us (me and Dad) felt when I stepped out of his approved plan. That didn't happen until I was well into adulthood, by the way. I was the golden child. I knew it. And I did exactly what he wanted in order to reap his praise and avoid his fist, even, and I feel sick when I think of this, going so far as to attack by siblings on his behalf. He loved the discord and he adored me being on his side.
Anyhow, He left when I was 16. At 18 I went to university, and actually went away from home to study. Suddenly I was tasked with making my own choices, and I was with a whole heap of influences that weren't him. I didn't cope well. I wasn't a nice or an intelligent person.
What occurred to me on Thursday, and it was like a half brick to the face when it happened, was that I was controlled until that moment. Being controlled made me feel safe. The therapist tried hard to get me to find a negative about it, but it wasn't there; I was safest when I was a pawn.
That's why I get these impulses to crawl back when life gets hard. That's why it was so hard to break away.
But more than that - my life started falling apart so badly when I didn't have him telling me what to do. Suddenly I was rebelling or making mistakes (and that felt scary), or simply choosing to do something that was outside his plan.
And it occurred to me that I have never been taught how to behave. I've only ever been told what to do.
So now I'm helpless.
I'm 37, and I'm instinct-less and confused almost all the time. Every choice is filled with fear and stress, not just because I don't know how he'd react, but because I genuinely don't know what to do.
I don't understand how love works. I can't work out unconditional love at all. I'm pretty sure I love my children unconditionally, but that's where it stops. I don't understand how anyone would love someone who is imperfect or human, so I make believe that people are perfect and angelic so that I'm able to love them, and then I get crushed when they fail even slightly. It's odd. I can't trust myself to know that I'm in love with someone.
My father wasn't nearly so bad as some of the stories I see here, but still, I'm blown away by how much damage he caused, unwitting as it was. He wasn't even malicious; he was just stupid and ignorant.
Anyhow, I just wanted to share, because it was a bit of a breakthrough moment for me.