My mum and dad have a very odd relationship. They separated when I was 17 and I was so relieved that we (mum, sis and I) wouldn't have to deal with his unprovoked, alcohol fuelled, violent outbursts any longer. Within a year he was coming back home to 'visit' us at weekends. It took me a long time to accept that my mum was happy with this arrangement - I think she only pretended to put up with him out of fear of what he might do to her, because she knew I was terrified of him and felt guilty for putting me through it.
When I moved out of home I lost contact with my dad and sis (they are both very similar and I saw no reason to tolerate their shitty behaviour anymore), but I always remained close to my mum. We all basically used to schedule appointments at my mum's so we didn't bump into one another - pretty sad really, but it was bliss for me.
When I was pregnant with DS (my only child) my mum encouraged me to try to establish a relationship with my dad. She said he'd changed, that his drinking was under control and that he missed me. So, I did try and things were ok ... until when I was 37 weeks pregnant and he beat my mum up again and then disappeared for a year. That was such an awful time, I was trying to be supportive to my mum but I felt emotionally broken - like re-living the worst bits of my childhood and the depressing realisation that he'll never change and I can't do a thing to stop my parents having this horrible toxic relationship. Also, I felt rejected. He didn't send a card when DS was born or try to see him. I know he was in contact with my sister during this time but he never attempted to contact me. As far as I know he didn't even ask about me or DS.
When DS was 3, my dad got back in my mum's good books and started his visits again. My mum, obviously ashamed that she'd taken him back, tried to pretend they had a kind of 'professional relationship' - he was helping her with DIY and she was helping him arrange for his elderly mother to go into a residential home. I knew it was bollocks and that there would be more episodes, but I was adamant that I wouldn't get involved this time and that I would try to not let it affect my mental health (I've suffered with depression most of my adult life and am a recovering alcoholic).
As far as I'm aware, the violence has stopped, but my mum still tells me about the nasty things he says to her - how fat she is, that she smells, has no friends and what wankers her brothers (my uncles) are. He doesn't appologise for these things, just retreats to his flat for a bender and comes back when he's worked through his depression. Mum doesn't mention his outburst to him because she's obviously relieved that he's being nice to her again . I try not to let it get to me, but sometimes I sob my heart out after I've had to endure another account of this misery. When I had counselling last year my therapist told me that I should tell me mum how much it hurts me to hear it and then just refuse to take her calls or visit her until she agrees to stop telling me. How can I do that though?
Anyway, I've gone off on a tangent. I'm really posting here to rant about the day I've just had. My mum has just had a hip replacement and I'm looking in on her elderly mum for her while she's recovering. The problem is that my mum and nan live down the same road - a cul-de-sac and I have to pass my mum's house to get to my nan's. I don't know if it's morbid curiosity, heathy concern or just sheer stupidity that takes me to my mum's door every day, knowing that my dad is there and that I have DS with me and that I'd rather him not know my dad at all.
Things were relatively ok last week. I hate the way my dad cuddles me, like we're really close and I feel very uncomfortable saying things like "love you too dad" when I'm leaving, but my mum needs me and I can't bear thinking of her there stuck with him. DS has become quite fond of my dad and DP has been getting on with him ok too. Today, I was there without DP and things were very different. There was an atmosphere and I know my mum had been crying before I arrived. My dad did no more than grunt at DS and spent most of the time I was there (5 hours) either locked in the bathroom or in his shed. DS was confused and I feel horrible, torturing myself with thoughts of my dad having a sweary or violent outburst in front of him.
My mum told me that my dad has been threatening her. Telling her to "watch it" and "don't fucking start" when she asks him to do things for her - simple things like putting her orthopedic toilet seat back on when she's desperate for a wee, or getting her crutches for her because he's moved them. I was fighting back tears of anger today, as I was hoovering up the crumbs from his breakfast, making his bed, washing his plates and hanging up his fucking laundry. My mum is terrified that he's going to leave her again and she thinks she needs him. I'm bloody terrified that he's going to hit her and badly hurt her because she's so physically weak.
I'll never take DS there again. I've promised that I'll pop in every day but I'll leave it to the evening when DS can stay with DP. I've been feeling so much better lately, even thinking of trying to conceive. I hate the way that my dad being in a bad mood can leave me hurt, depressed and angry. It will never end and I can't control how it makes me feel.
If anyone has read all this - sorry for the essay. I just needed to get it out of my head and I don't want to re-read it to edit it.