This is a long post, so apologies in advance! I've posted before about my Dad and was advised that given time, it would get better. It hasn't. Try as I might, it has actually got worse. And it's utterly galling.
DH and I are expecting our first baby in a few months time. We both have great, secure (rare in this climate) jobs and we are moving into a lovely new house in a few weeks' time. We are both 23, so whilst our DS came as a surprise, he is very much loved and wanted already and we are just THE most excited parents to be ever. I just wish that love and excitement extended to my Dad.
When we told my parents, they were initially surprised, but gradually seemed to be coming to terms with it. My dad is a controlling man; I admit that. For instance, I moved out of home at 17 to start my new job, but didn't have a fixed address so until I changed my mailing address, he would continually open my mail including bank statements (despite being asked not to) and berate me for 'spending too much money in TopShop' or wherever. He tried to control my life at all points, whenever I got away (by moving my mailing address) he would latch onto something else. He did (and still does) continually ask me about my finances, how much I've got saved and asking to see the paperwork of the account etc. He flies off the handle at really odd things. When I was 21, I moved into my first apartment with my boyfriend (now DH) and when I rang up to tell him, he went 'WHAT??? I cannot believe you are being so f**king stupid, shacking up like this.' (I had been with DH over a year at that point) He got pretty offensive and barely spoke to me for months. When he finally came to visit with my Mum, he was the most complementary person ever and boasted to all and sundry that I had a lovely home, and look at all the lovely things I had When we started to think about buying a home, he kept trying to offer us money to help with the initial costs, except he would put it into an account in his name and I would have to ask him when I wanted money and tell him what it was for. When we politely refused his offer, saying we wanted to stand on our own two feet, he didn't speak to me for a month.
I always knew he would find it hard to come to terms with being a grandparent. I guess it comes as a shock to most people and I totally get that; it's hard coming to terms with becoming a mother for the first time! But recently, he has just turned so nasty and it really hurts me. I rang him a few weeks ago just to let him know how we were getting onwith our house - search. I had mentioned to him on a previous visit that we were going to check out some new build properties, although I wasn't sure about them. He enthused that we should go and keep an open mind. When I told him that we had seen said house, but unfortunately hadn't liked it much he said 'I f**king told you so, didn't I?' He then lectured to me about the importance of not spending more than £150 on a pushchair, because they were all the same, and that I should choose one that would last otherwise I would be liable to 'make my DH angry'.
I quickly ended the conversation as quickly as I could so I wouldn't say something stupid. I saw both my parents at the weekend at a family BBQ which we had been separately invited to. My Dad blanked me for the entire afternoon. I really didn't want to go and ask him what was wrong, because to be perfectly honest, at 6 months pregnant; his lectures/bollockings whereby he treats me like a 12 year old are starting to wear thin. I also didn't want to get petty around other people; it's just not right. If I walked into the same room he happened to be in, he turned around and walked somewhere else.
We haven't spoken on the phone since our last conversation went so sour, and things aren't looking up. My Mum texted me to ask if our offer on the house we (eventually) found had been accepted. I said it had and that we were really exctied, having just recieved the call that afternoon. She just texted back 'Fine'. That was it.
The thing is, looking back at this I am so reluctant to post it because I feel like it's all in my head. Because sometimes, he is is the nicest guy. It's usually when you're doing something for him, but I swear down that when he's happy with you, he can make you feel like he really does love you.
When I was a little girl, he really ruled with an iron fist to be honest, and I was scared stiff of him. When he came home from work, I had to play quietly in my room and not talk to him apart from say hello, and answer any questions he may have had.
Looking back, sometimes I really feel like I'm the one who's being petty and silly and that because he's so horrible sometimes, I must be doing something worong and that I must deserve it. I feel like I must be making more of it in my head than there actually is. DH gets angry with it, because Dad only ever says these things to me when I'm on my own, or over the phone. Sometimes I look at the things he has said and think I must be imagining it, because no one's ever there to witness anything. Even on paper, it looks a bit pathetic.
Any thoughts would be much appreciated. xxx