Sorry for the long post.
I've been on Mumsnet for a long time and I don't post/comment very much. But I had an incident with my Dad on Christmas Eve and I've been having intrusive thoughts about it ever since so I'm hoping if I post here I can get some perspective and get things out of my head and into words here. Thank you for "listening". (I will be seeing my therapist in the NY).
I am 54 and my Dad is 78. He's been married to my mother for 54 years. Long story short, we live 3 hours away from each other so I see them a handful of times each year. Although they do say they love me and are proud of me, my Dad has been controlling and emotionally abusive to me all of my life and my mother defends and enables him. He is very religious and uses that to justify most of his behaviour and points of view. This is hard for me to write but he is misogynistic, homophobic, a pillar of the patriarchy, etc.
I told my parents that I would be working until Christmas Eve and then the plan was to travel up to them that day. I spent the month beforehand preparing with gift buying, making arrangements with a family member to housesit for our dogs (subsequent cleaning, stocking and preparing for their stay). My brother and I have an arrangement where we both contribute to the meals and grocery shopping and my husband volunteered to cook biriyani for everyone for Christmas Eve which he did like a champion.
I asked my mother previously if she could have some extra wrapping paper so I could wrap some of my presents there instead of shoving wrapped presents into a suitcase. All agreed and arranged.
After dinner, I commented that I was going to wrap some gifts with the help of my daughter. My Dad said, don't bother wrapping your gifts. I lightly ignored him (ha ha Dad, of course I'm wrapping gifts) and proceeded to do so. He would wander by making comments but I just got on with it and put stuff under the tree.
By the time I sat down with the family in the living room, I was exhausted, almost nauseous with fatigue. I also was managing a mild UTI which was making me uncomfortable. The family was having companionable conversation, or so I thought.
My Dad says to me, in front of everyone, "Where are you? You are not here." Meaning he didn't think I was being "present" enough. He said, "You are not here for your father or mother." He said a few more disparaging things and then I tried to make light of it and said, well at least I'm not a burden. Then he said, no, but you are in a prison of your work.
When we were leaving for our hotel, he physically grabbed me and forced me to look at him asking what was wrong with me. I told him that I was just tired and not feeling that great. He then made a point of telling me "I am your Dad." We left, things were mostly normal for the rest of the visit.
I just feel the whole incident is a straw that broke the camels back for me. This wasn't about concern or empathy for me, it was a very long standing pattern of his controlling behaviour and wanting me to capitulate to him. And I am very, very tired of it. And feeling much too old for it!
I am a grown woman, with my own family and career, and I feel my Dad still tries to put me in my place and clip my wings. I'm not really asking for advice I guess, more commiseration from anyone perhaps.
Thank you if you got this far.