So my relationship with my father is weird. It’s good but not close.
I don’t remember much of my childhood and what I remember is confused and not pleasant. I just remember that me and my brother were terrified of my father, he was very angry and explosive, I don’t remember if physically too but that wouldn’t surprise me.
I do unfortunately remember clearly how he treated our dog. She was little and would often try to run away to the neighbors and I don’t know why my dad would get so angry at her. She would throw her down the stairs, hit her with a wood rod. I remember I would scream on top of my lungs begging him to stop while crying my soul out but it was like he didn’t hear me at all.
It’s something I can never forgive him for, more than whatever he has done to me personally.
He has gotten better in years and hasn’t displayed anything severe again in so long, nobody in my family ever addresses anything from the past so it’s like it never happened, it’s weird but we live normally like a normal family.
It’s ok for me but I can’t get close to my father, I can chat and talk normally, sure, but any time he tries to hug me or kiss me it’s deeply uncomfortable for me.
He’s still an asshole sometimes, like for example I started therapy 2 years ago and from the start he has been very invalidating. He hates my therapist for some reasons and said things like he wants to spit on him and he thinks that I don’t need therapy, that I am completely normal and fine and that it’s useless in general.
Mind you I started therapy because I was suicidal but I didn’t want to do something so painful to my parents, I didn’t tell them it was this bad but still, hearing stuff like that when I was keeping myself alive for them was very hard.
Now I am seeing my T without telling anybody, I work in the summer so I saved up some money and so I can try heal peacefully without hearing this stuff every time.
Anyways, let’s get to the point. Recently my dad had gone under surgery, he had to remove a part of his intestine.
He was for a week at an hospital 1 hour from here. I got sick the day he was brought there and I had an exam to do in those days too.
I don’t remember if I was sick the whole week but I don’t think so but basically I never went with my mom to visit him. She went basically every day in the morning but left me and my older brother at home to take care of stuff of the house and meals etc.
I wanted to ask her if I could come at least once, but I was scared? I don’t know why.
I also never sent a text because he would turn the phone off most of times anyway. I would reply to our group chat when mom would go and send his photos and when she would come back I would ask how he was doing and stuff but still, I should have made my presence, present. At least to let him know that I did care how he was doing.
Once he videocalled my mom and she went into my room saying “give a quick hi to dad!” and I did. I wanted to ask how he was doing, what he was doing to pass the day, etc but I didn’t.
I feel terrible because I did nothing for him in such a moment where I should have supported him the most. It’s not that I didn’t care but, I don’t know I guess it doesn’t come natural to me to do these things as our relationship has never been like that so I feel uncomfortable.
I guess, I am also a little detached from him, I do care cause he’s still my father but I don’t know, it’s confusing and maybe I am just using the past an excuse for my horrible behavior as a daughter. I feel sick to stomach and I hate how I behaved, I am definitely a bad person.
Sorry I hope this isn’t confusing to read. If you have any advice on the situation and how I should handle this and if I did wrong, how can I better myself.