My dad wasnt in my life at all til I was 16. No reason why, he just wasnt bothered. He got taken to court by DSS a few times for not paying his child support. And while he was off doing whatever, my mum got together with some arsehole who abused me verbally and physically until I moved out at 20. My real dad wrote to my mum when I was 16 and asked to write to me, she gave me the decision to make and I was excited so I wrote back. We eventually started talking on the phone and meeting up a bit when I was 20. I was in a bad place at the time as I was off work for nearly a year with depression causd by all the abuse shit. And then my dad decided he was going to move several hundred miles away, to involve himself further in the cult he is part of (seriously). I was very hurt at the time and felt abandoned again. Things went downhill from there. When me and dp (now dh) went down there on one occassion my dad and his wife got very full on about their beliefs and left me in tears at the dinner table. The physical distance meant wr could see each other v little and things were so up and down, I became increasingly pissed off with our history. We were barely ever seeing each other and occasionally Id get a cheque for my bday or whatever and just think I dont understand what this relationship is, and it made me feel so shitty. So we had a blazing row and I cut contact.
A few years later Id had ds and found myself missing talking to my dad so I contacted him. He was all happy to hear about ds and gave me £5000 (which I wish I had never accepted) and we started seeing and chatting to each ither again. Things were going well until the start of this year when I emailed him chatting about what was going on with me, dh and ds (news and stuff) and he never replied. A month went by and I could feel myself getting really wound up and angry, all the stuff in the past came rushing up for me again. So eventually I texted him and said did you get my email last month, and he said yeah sorry, been busy with extension on the house. Heard fuck all from him since then, that was several months back. And then I get an email saying what do we want for our birthdays. I mean wtf. So I reply as if Im not upset at all, when really I am fucking confused and seething inside.
I dont fucking understand what he wants. He has never made any real effort with me, we feel close and then we feel estranged, Im sick of it. It hurts. I woke up at 6 this morning churning it all over in my head and I keep feeling so panicky, like my throat is going to close up. I have battled with depression snd anxiety my whole fucking life and every day is still a tightrope and I dont need this. I dont know what to do. He texted me last week and said do I fancy meeting up in London, but ds is 3 and thats not v practical, and I feel shitty about evetything and I dont want to do it.
On top of the above, my paternal grandfather, who I have only met twice ever, emailed a d said he will be nearby in a few weeks, so hed love to see me. I havent seen him for ten years and I am in such a mess over my dad, I agreed but was feeling so horribly panicky and anxious about seeing him, that yesterday I emailed and said Im terribly sorry but Im dealing with a lot at the moment and its not the right time. I just cant deal with it. I feel guilty but the thought if him turning up on my doorstep when he is a total stranger and this situation is a headfuck, I cant do it.
Someone please advise or help me get some clarity on this. I am lost.