And how did you get over it?
It's a very long story but I will try to make it as short as possible.
My parents separated when I was nearly 3 years old, and the following year my father went abroad with his parents and siblings, met his future wife and stayed there for life. This country was very far away, let's say the distance from the UK to the West Coast in the US.
I only saw my father once between my parents' separation and the age of 10. He was just a huge absence. He didn't help my mother financially, he just left and was leading a fancy free life all those years.
Since around I was 11, he started to support me financially and this lasted until the age of 23, when I finished university. My mother struggled at times and we were nearly homeless when I was a teenager.
Since the age of 23, I have been financially independent from him, and apart from some plane ticket here and there to visit him abroad, he didn't provide any financial help.
Throughout the years, we had some bad fights, especially after the age of 19. I tried to love him and to have a good relationship, but I realise now I was always angry at him. I had a huge chip on my shoulder that he was absent from my life when I needed him.
Even though he supported me financially and took on that responsibility, which is not to be taken lightly, he would make several comments about women who were supported by men and called them "whores". He would bang on how women who didn't make money and were supported by men were prostitutes and that he didn't want that from me. Fair enough, I didn't want that either.
He died two years ago and now I'm thinking more and more about those comments he made. And it's becoming clear to me that they were directed at me too, and that he was treating me as a prostitute because he helped financially.
Once, when I came back from a course of study in the US, he told me literally that I was a prostitute because he paid for me and I didn't pay for the course myself. That really threw me and I was in tears for days.
On many occasions, he would take me shopping to buy clothes, which he always seemed to enjoy, and before or after taking his wallet out, he would say things like "now get your knickers off", as a joke. It annoyed me but I didn't make much of it at the time and I would just forget about it. I thought he was being his usual annoying self, wanting to be funny and irritating at the same time.
It seems to me now that he was playing some kind of male power game with his daughter: helping her financially on one hand and humiliating her psychologically on the other by comparing her with a prostitute.
The examples above are only to describe the level of abuse and how it all "came as a joke" sometimes. He made many comments of this kind over the years. Either to compare me to a prostitute or to tell me that I would never have anything in life. When I got married, instead of congratulating me, he told me "your husband did you a favour by marrying you". I couldn't believe it.
He died two years ago, and since then it is becoming clearer and clearer that he abused me emotionally and I don't know how to get over it.
Do I just have to accept that he was an asshole even though he helped financially and that without his help, I would probably be destitute now?
How do you make peace with the abuser who saved you, even though he was your father?