Hi, I've just joined and looking for advice/ help. Since I was a teenager, I remember having a fractious relationship with my dad, I'm nearly 50! It seemed to happen when I had a a voice, opinions and a boyfriend. I moved away, so didn't see him that much. When I was 30 I moved back as I met someone, my now husband. The relationship with my dad got worse, especially when I was getting married and had my daughter.
I didn't take my mum wedding dress shopping with me, because dad didn't like being left on his own. Mum would always be with my dad, she never spent time with me and my daughter on her own. It had been arranged that they would look after my daughter once a week when I returned to work, my dad insisted on bringing their dog with them. The dog was very old and going blind, I asked when my daughter was crawling they keep them separate, my dad didn't like this and told my mum to tell me to find someone else to look after hee. When my daughter was 4, he decided he wanted to move, they did, over 150 miles away. Mum never really liked it, I offered to help find a place nearer to me but everything I found my dad dispelled. 8 years later, mum had finally had enough and she'd been ill. They sold their house but had no where to go, mum was so happy but didn't seem to think that they should have been looking. My dad was doing nothing it seemed he was just paying lip service at her request to move. I offered to help, this time they accepted, I found something, they wouldn't come up to view, he wouldn't drive, get on a bus, so we offered, my dad didn't see the need. The move took 4 month's to arrange, in that time my dad spoke to me twice, mum always seemed stressed but assured me he was helping.
Eventually the day came, we travelled down to drive them back and the next day I went on my own to help them organise. My dad kept asking 'how much do you think?' I didn't know what he meant, he turned out he meant how much to pay the removal company. I had told mum the figure and just made a quip of 'do you two not speak to each other?' With that he got hold of my arm and raised his hand to hit me, his face was so aggressive.
I decided enough was enough, everytime I see him he makes snide remarks when I'm on my own, he makes me anxious and stressed. No more! I told mum and she understood, I told her I would always be there for her, she just had to call, she hasn't. It's been a month, I don't feel guilty about my dad but worry about my mum but at the same time I'm mad with her for enabling his behavior. Does this make sense? Does anyone understand?