I was reduced to tears on the phone again as an adult.
I've always thought my dad had a "Let's see how I can make Rebel cry today" game. Like a challenge he set himself every day over breakfast.
I was always sought my dad's approval. Tried to be a good daughter. I'm not a soft arse by any means but my dad was just so damned nasty to me. It's hard to describe but one example is when CDs first came out. I was a young teen. Dad had told me to load something onto the PC then went out to fix the car. Well, I couldn't get the disk out of the case for fear or breaking it so took it to dad. He screamed at me. Ranting and raving about me being fucking useless and couldn't I see his hands were fucking filthy and of course he couldn't do it?!
Over a CD. He could have simply said, "Just push that in the middle and it'll pop out, love"
So as an adult living in another country I would phone him (it was expected) every week or so to keep in touch and almost every phone call would have him having a pop at me for something. I'd end up with a lump in my chest and tears in my eyes, I'd apologise and breezily say, "Well, I best let you get on eh? I'll speak to you soon!" Then I'd put the phone down and go wipe the tears from my face, leaving me feeling like shit for the rest of the day.
Every fucking time without fail.
It took years for me to realise I was holding the phone to my ear. I was doing it to myself. So, I just put the phone down. It was that simple. He was unable to be horrible to me. I simply quit facilitating the abuse. I didn't phone him anymore and as usual he never phoned me.
DSis told me he wanted to know why I wasn't phoning and to pass the message on for me to ring him. My phone had a bell too, but even if he did (ha!) I wouldn't have answered. I told her I was done with him being nasty to me and DSis told him that straight. She's seen it all my life. He was nice to her, cruel to me.
It took years before I spoke to him again. By then he had learned his lesson. We've been back in contact years now and he knows I now know I don't need to take it. Going NC showed him I was quite willing to let him lose his youngest daughter and his first grandchildren if he ever decides he wants to be cruel and nasty to me again.