I'm sorry, I'm not sure why I'm posting, we don't have a relationship. He's been awful to me. He was never a father, but as I've been an adult he's expected me to care for him, and I did until it became clear that I was being taken advantage of.
He spent my childhood as an alcoholic, and gained sobriety, which I think made me think of him more as a person who struggled than bad. Until it became obvious he had been using heroin, and had invited his using friends into the home I share with my children repeatedly.
The odd passing out, the borrowing money, that doubled when his friends were around, his own items going missing from his home, him running out of medication, regular illnesses, turning up at my house in withdrawal all made sense.
He even left hospital, got drugs, overdosed in the toilet and they almost couldn't revive him... but he blamed it on the way that his medication was coming out of his system.
So much more, but I don't want to spend hours going into the relationship with him, because no one with any respect for themselves would have stuck around for so long, taking him shopping, helping to care for him, and generally being there for someone who isn't nice, and only takes.
Any time he could have expressed love to me, he chose not to.
He gave me two birthday cards in my entire life, one of which was purchased by my husband and taken to him- when my father said "what am I supposed to fucking sign it with?"
My birthday is one day I wouldn't hear from him, but the next day, I'd get calls about taking him somewhere, or helping him.
I just had to disengage when he started telling social services I would take over all of his care, and he was actively trying to get social services to support him moving to a supported living place that's behind the house opposite me, because I was going to go to him in the middle of the night if he needed. He wouldn't need to spend any of his money on carers because I would do it all.
At the time I had 2 children including a very young baby. I wasn't in a position to provide that sort of help, or put my children into situations that ye would open up our lives to.
So I broke free 13 months ago. I feel that my efforts need to go into myself, maintaining my own mental and physical health, and providing a good start in life to my children.
I've been called in several patches by the people who are alerted if he has a fall (or one of the weird passing outs he was having that turned out to be linked to his drug use)
I have asked repeatedly that they stop calling me, but it's persisted.
Social serviced called me last week, I explained that I couldn't have any involvement.
Hospital has called me 17 times in the past two weeks.
The final call today makes me think he might have passed away, because the nurse- who was lovely (usually they're not so nice, because I think what they hear is a cold daughter saying, I don't care, please stop calling me. They aren't hearing that the man ruined my childhood, took advantage throughout my adulthood and has let heroin addicts into the home I have created for my children. Not giving me any protection as a child I can excuse, but taking that away from my children when I have worked so hard to not give them a childhood like I've had...
And then he's expecting my help. It's just too much)
The nurse was asking that I could pass on any number, or any contact detail at all for any friends, or family, or anyone at all that would want to know about him.
I'm assuming the inability to get those details from him are a sign that he's probably not here anymore.
But his mum died when he was 12, his dad has had nothing to do with him since he was about 17, he isn't in contact with his sister, or step sister, or brother. Hasn't been in years and years. He broke away from all of the services years ago, and is only in contact with people who were in active alcohol or opiate addiction. Whilst I never knew the extent of their use- I'd always assumed they were mostly sober, I was never close enough to have their phone numbers or addresses.
I've spent so much time going into why I'm not terrible to have no relationship with him, its almost like I'm defensive against myself, because it shouldn't be this way. No one should be in a situation where the staff at the hospital can't find anyone who cares about you enough to know that you're ill, or even potentially dead. Fuck me. That's sad.
I can't enmesh myself in any of that though. All I'll be doing is further hurting myself.
I don't know why I've written this. I'm probably in for a kick in.