I just thought you might all enjoy (wrong word, said tongue in cheek!) of my dad’s response to me reluctantly telling him I am moving out. I tried to avoid bringing it up. Was out with family for a birthday meal. I knew it would come up. But I also knew exactly what his reaction would be and I could not bear for it to play out.!!!! And of course it did.
In car on way back to brother’s house and it gets brought up. He asks “oh are you moving AGAIN?!” And I reluctantly reply that yes, me and DP are going our separate ways. He sort of grunts in the way he does. Lots of “urrr” and “pfffff” and noises. He doesn’t know how to react or what to say. This goes on for several minutes. (Normal people: oh I am sorry to hear that. I hope you’re ok?)
We get out the car and everyone goes inside. He asks if we could speak outside for a minute. I know what’s coming. He asks if I am buying the new house. I say no, I won’t ever buy a house. I shall be on benefits for the rest of my life now. I try, and fail, to hold back a few tears. And of course he comes out with the inevitable “urrrr…..urrrrr…..well that’s upset me a bit actually!” I respond with a slightly sarcastic “oh yes this must be very difficult for you!” And he goes on about not knowing what to say and how upset he is. I hang about for a bit and then say I need to leave as it’s getting on and I have to start work at 6:30 tomorrow.
He doesn’t once ask how I am. Or what I need. He offers to call me tomorrow. I say no thanks. I have so much to do and I don’t want to talk about it, because I know the conversation will consist of me having to “support” him emotionally. It will not occur to him that I don’t have the personal resources to scoop him up right now. He cannot conceive of supporting me. Support consists of him phoning me and going on about how upset he is. And I cannot bear it! And despite me saying no please don’t call he has of course rung. He needs emotional support and how much capacity I have to give that is not even a consideration for him.
My brother’s wife’s dad was there at the meal. He’s a proper dad. He paid for my meal on the quiet and wouldn’t accept any thanks. He squeezed my hand when I looked sad. He made me laugh all evening. And was just the kind of dad one would wish for. Broke my heart a little bit!