Hi. I've posted about my Dad before under a different name change but I can't for the life of me find the thread. I was given some fantastic support last time, and I'm afraid I'm looking for it again! This is a really long one so I'm so sorry!
Backstory is that my Dad has been an alcoholic since I was a young teenager, and most likely before that realistically. He also has very bad depression and always has done. My early childhood was fine really, I have no complaints, my parents did nice things for me and I felt loved. When I got to about 10/11 I realised that my Dad was singling me out in favour of my DM and older DB for company. He told me we had a special bond, that I was 'on his wavelength' and that I understood him. If I'm completely honest, I just felt sorry for him more than anything. I've always been a softy for upset people, want to make them better, and I did this for my Dad.
As I got older he started to rely on me for emotional support, unbeknownst to my DM. Their marriage wasn't great, DM is more a stoical 'get on with things' type person and Dad felt she was unsupportive (She was supportive, in her own way, but perhaps it wasn't what Dad needed). Examples of things he did was offload his suicidal thoughts, bitch about my DM being unsupportive, text our mobile hairdresser crude sexual things whilst drunk, then asking ME to call her and apologise on his behalf (which I'm ashamed to admit I did).
Finally, my parents marriage ended when he had an affair, and told me about it. I couldn't say or do anything because my DB was getting married later that week, and Dad and I agreed it would spoil his day. This was a very black time in my life, I was terrified that my DM and DB would hate me forever if they knew that I'd known about it. As it turned out, when it did all come out in the wash, DB and DM were absolutely great, and have never blamed me.
DM moved on and has since remarried. She is much happier now and provides great emotional support to me, but I don't want to burden too much on her because I don't want her to worry about me.
I don't really know why but DB and I kept in contact with Dad. The woman he had the affair with died of cancer, which was devastating for him, so I guess I just felt so sorry for him that he'd messed his life up.
In the past couple of years his drinking really stepped up. His house is a filthy disgusting mess, he doesn't wash, doesn't go anywhere. He was retired early because of his depression, and has quite a substantial pension, as well as receiving many inheritances amounting to hundreds of thousands.
He started to get nasty with me a few months back. Sending me texts (always texts, he's never brave enough to say it out loud) saying how I was a disappointment to him, how I was never there for him (completely untrue, he's had several hospital admissions where I've cleaned his house, visited him every day despite huge expense and inconvenience to myself) and saying how I have 'used him for his money'. He has helped me out financially on occasion, but I've never asked for it, he's always offered, and it's never been substantial amounts of money.
A couple of weeks ago I reached the end of my tether, he started being horrid about my DH. To say DH is a saint is an understatement. He's a wonderful guy, loves his famly and would do anything for us (we have two very young children). Dad saying things like my DH was an idiot, that he didn't work hard enough, basically getting down to the fact that I, as a middle class woman, should not have married an unambitious, working class man (HIS opinions, NOT mine I'd like to add! I don't actually identify with either social class). I felt I'd had enough of him, and so blocked his number on my phone so now if he texts or calls I don't receive anything.
The peace has been great, but I got a voicemail on my phone yesterday off my Dad (seems he can still leave messages
) saying he'd been admitted to hospital (again) with alcohol related issues. I tried to ignore it, but feel guilty. I don't want to see him, I'm sick of picking him up off the floor. I feel like he's beyond redemption. He's had 4 attempts at rehab at the NHS' expense. He's done it on his own at least twice. He's had substantial amounts of counselling, specialist alcoholic workers input. He's never going to get better.
Sorry - I'm nearly done! I'm ashamed
I'm ashamed that people will think I'm abandoning him. The few people I've told that he's in hospital have all immediately asked the same question 'Are you going to see him in Hospital then?' with the expectation that I am. Am I totally heartless? I don't want this man in my life.
An old friend, a friend I considered my best friend, also had an alcoholic father. I once confessed to her that I wish my Dad was dead. She judged me very harshly. Unfortunately her own Dad did die of his alcoholism not long after, and now she wont speak to me, because she sees our fathers as victims of a terrible thing. I agree with her to a certain extent, but can't help but feeling sometimes we have to make choices in life not to lift the fucking vodka bottle
I'm scared people are going to judge me in the way that she did, and I don't know how to stay strong. The nurse from the hospital rang me today, as apparently he'd had a fall and it was a requirement that they had to inform the next of kin. It was so awkward telling her that I didn't actually speak to my father.
I'm so sorry I've just realised how long this post is! I'll shut up now!