He sounds like my dad.
Great (albeit quite absent) most of the time but then something would anger him and, oh my goodness, he just wouldn’t drop.
It was like a barrage of questions- but WHY did you do that… did you not think to do this instead… who told you you could do that… why were you so foolish..?
He would literally go on for days ruminating over what had happened and repeating questions constantly, totally backing you into a corner, wearing you down so you felt small and stupid.
And the impact would last for months. I remember once I made him a sandwich and it too much butter on the bread. He made a big deal of making me stand by the dustbin while he unassembled the sandwich, took some of the butter off, put it into the bin, remade the sandwich and the whole time asking me why I used that much butter. I was 8.
For months after her bring it up at every opportunity telling me he just didn’t understand why I thought that was a reasonable amount of butter to use. Not in a joking way, anger.
That shit wears you down. Plus, given his reaction to butter, you can probably imagine how he was with big things.
I’m in my 40s now and have a lot of things I won’t do (like eat) or say in front of my father.
In other ways he was great- fantastic provider, always did everything to help his family, but the need for control outdid all the good.
But I got out of that house as soon as I could. Literally, the first man who gave me somewhere else to go, and I was out like a shot. Thankfully, he was a good egg and I didn’t go from a frying pan into a fire but my sister left home for the same reasons as me, and she wasn’t so lucky.
I’ve been with my husband for over 20 years and he’s never once told me off. I wouldn’t stand for it.