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((((((((jess)))))

You have my sympathy for the loss of your father. My father died at

56 year of age. Nearly 21 years ago, and I still miss him.

It may not help to hear this now, but you will forgive yourself

someday. Your father knew you and loved you. He knew what you were

up against. Try not to kick yourself for not being able to predict

the future, for not savoring every moment and realizing how fleeting

they were. We all do that from time to time. Remember to let those

people who are precious in your life know how much you care for them

and how much they mean to you. It is one of the best things a father

could have taught his daughter. Be thankful that you learned that

from him as painful as the lesson is to you now.

((((((((jess)))))))

>

> My dad passed away in August of 2005, at age 58. I miss him more

> every single day. I think that the loss of my dad is what has

really

> been the hardest thing for me to get over when it comes to my anger

> at my mother. To be truthful, my dad and I didn't have much of a

> relationship at all. My mom was very much the gatekeeper, though I

> didn't see it at the time. When I was younger, and my mother was

> more sane, my dad was an AWESOME dad. I was very much a daddy's

> girl, he called me his " baby girl, " for my whole life, and it was

> definitely reality. As I got older and my mom became nuts, she

> started interfering with my (and my sis') relationship with my

dad.

> He was in the Navy and so wasn't home all the time, but he wrote us

> wonderful letters, called frequently, and clearly loved us very

> much. As much as he became distant when I was older, I NEVER

doubted

> my dad's love for me. When there was a problem in my life I knew I

> could go to him and he would hug me and be there for me WITOUT

> JUDGING. Anyway, my dad became (I believe) very depressed over the

> years. Having lived with my mom for nearly 38 years, I don't blame

> him! He ended up spending most of his time in his room (they

didn't

> share a room from the time I was 12, supposedly because of " his

> snoring " ). When I called the house to talk, if my dad picked up

the

> phone, my mom would pick up another extension and tell dad to hang

> up. Unfortunately, he always did. If I came over to spend time

and

> was talking with my dad, mom would have an urgent need for my

> help...and I always went.

>

> My mom HATED my dad. She was cruel to him and quite open about

it.

> She blamed him for everything, judged him for everything, and

nothing

> he ever said or did was right. I wish with all my heart he would

> have divorced her and been able to live a happier life. My dad DID

> stand up for me when he witnessed my mom's psycho behavior. He

would

> take me out somewhere, or give me permission to do something if we

> knew she would throw a fit, and in my older years when she would

rail

> on me he would step in with, " That's ENOUGH! " I remember one time

(I

> was 24 years old, by the way) she and my sister had me trapped in a

> room for an " intervention " about the man I was dating, and I was

> crouched in a corner sobbing because of how awful they were being.

> My dad barged in, grabbed me up and hugged me and told them to

stop.

> My mom always called and complained about my dad to me no matter

how

> often I told her to stop. She would say " I'm your MOTHER, " and I

> would say " And HE is my FATHER! "

>

> When he got sick with cancer, he only lasted 6 weeks. During that

> time, my mom got to play martyr. She would sit by his bedside all

> day, directing everything, stroking his head, holding his hand.

All

> of a sudden my dad was painted white...and she LOVED the " grieving

> wife " routine. My grandpa (her dad) had Altzeimers and lived with

> them...and so when my dad was in the hospital (all but 1 week of

his

> 6 week illness) someone had to take care of grandpa. During the

day

> my sister did it (she didn't have a job) and when I got off work I

> had to do it because sis wanted time to go to the hospital. So

when

> did I get to see my dad? Rarely. Only on the weekends and even

then

> my sis and I had to split the time caring for grandpa. I barely

got

> any time with my dad and I will never forgive my mother for being

so

> damn selfish. She didn't even like him, and for me he was my

world,

> the only true unconditional love I had ever felt.

>

> I will never forgive myself for not spending more time with my

dad.

> I will never forgive myself for not telling my mom to hang up the

> damn phone when she picked up. I will never forgive myself for not

> just sitting in his room with him, enjoying the baseball game

> together. I think what kills me the most is that I always WANTED

to

> do those things...but I felt so responsible for my mom AND if I did

> retreat from her or family get-togethers to hang with my dad, I

> got " you're just like your father. " I let what my insane mother

> thought of me dictate the way I treated the only person who has

ever

> loved ME for ME.

>

> I think this is my biggest problem. Sometimes I wish I could just

> die because I must have hurt him so badly. He must have really

> thought I didn't care. I hate that stupid b****. I feel like the

> most disgusting evil person for saying this, but: I wish he was

still

> here and she wasn't.

>

> Sorry...Father's Day dredged up a lot.

>

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Jess, you can't blame yourself for the horrible problems your mother

caused. You may think you could have done things better, but there was

a reason you didn't-- your mother. I look back at my childhood and

think, " Why didn't I just say, 'who cares what my mother thinks'? " and

do what was best for me. It just isn't that easy. They have emotional

holds over us that are impossible to understand unless you are there, in

the moment.

These are the facts: you did stand up for your father, you did try to

spend time with him when he was in the hospital, you did love him and

appreciate him. He has to have known that.

If you could talk to your father right now, do you really think he would

condemn you in any way for how you acted towards him? He knows what an

impossible situation your mother created for you. He knows that you

loved him. I seriously doubt he would want you to carry around guilt

for things you didn't do. For all you know, if your father were here he

might be thinking just what you are thinking-- that he could have done

more and tried harder and he wishes you knew how much he loves you. But

you do know!

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Jess,

Thank you so much for sharing about your dad. I understand completely

how you feel when you say you wish he was still here and it was your

nada who was gone. This group is full of people who know exactly

where you're coming from.

Your dad knew how much you loved him, and he knew more about your

nada than you realize. He no doubt saw her hand interfering in your

relationship with him. The fact that he would step in to stop her

berating you with the " That's ENOUGH " - that spoke volumes.

I went NC with my dad for 5 years because of his alcoholism and quite

frankly, because he was such a nasty piece of work that I just cut

him out. He was on marriage #4 (nada was #2) and had 2 girlfriends

and was still drinking but was also going to AA and was trying to

counsel me on my choice of careers (that's what he did for a living)

and to give me AA advice on how to run my own life. I just had enough

and wrote him a long letter enumerating why I was going NC.

Like I said, we were NC for 5 years. But I practically worshipped my

dad when I was a little girl. We have much the same sense of humor,

we look alike, we talk alike...he was a " fun drunk " (if there is such

a thing) and he provided me with a lot of good times when I was a kid

(as opposed to nada, who took the piss out of me every chance she

got). As he got older it began to wear on me that it was a distinct

possibility that while we were NC, he might die (not just age, but

the way he lived). So, with the help of my therapist, we worked on me

getting to a point where I could drop the NC.

When there's a nada in your life, you know how hard it is to get

forgiveness from them. But with my dad - in the 5 years we were NC,

he did the work, he did his program, he completely stopped drinking,

and he welcomed me with open arms and no bitterness after 5 years of

my being NC.

That was 10 years ago this fall. We've had a lot of bumps in our

road. But I don't regret being in contact with him now, even though

he's reverting to his own ways. In the last 10 years I've worked MY

program in Al-Anon too, and have grown, and I'm not perfect and he's

not perfect, but at least we work on ourselves.

If only nada would do the same. I think that's where your frustration

comes in - you see how good your relationship was with your dad, and

so you know it's possible for a parent to be good, but your nada's

not making an effort. It is heartbreaking when we know how good it

COULD BE if nada would just cut the BS and do the work.

((hugs))

>

> My dad passed away in August of 2005, at age 58. I miss him more

> every single day. I think that the loss of my dad is what has

really

> been the hardest thing for me to get over when it comes to my anger

> at my mother. To be truthful, my dad and I didn't have much of a

> relationship at all. My mom was very much the gatekeeper, though I

> didn't see it at the time. When I was younger, and my mother was

> more sane, my dad was an AWESOME dad. I was very much a daddy's

> girl, he called me his " baby girl, " for my whole life, and it was

> definitely reality. As I got older and my mom became nuts, she

> started interfering with my (and my sis') relationship with my

dad.

> He was in the Navy and so wasn't home all the time, but he wrote us

> wonderful letters, called frequently, and clearly loved us very

> much. As much as he became distant when I was older, I NEVER

doubted

> my dad's love for me. When there was a problem in my life I knew I

> could go to him and he would hug me and be there for me WITOUT

> JUDGING. Anyway, my dad became (I believe) very depressed over the

> years. Having lived with my mom for nearly 38 years, I don't blame

> him! He ended up spending most of his time in his room (they

didn't

> share a room from the time I was 12, supposedly because of " his

> snoring " ). When I called the house to talk, if my dad picked up

the

> phone, my mom would pick up another extension and tell dad to hang

> up. Unfortunately, he always did. If I came over to spend time

and

> was talking with my dad, mom would have an urgent need for my

> help...and I always went.

>

> My mom HATED my dad. She was cruel to him and quite open about

it.

> She blamed him for everything, judged him for everything, and

nothing

> he ever said or did was right. I wish with all my heart he would

> have divorced her and been able to live a happier life. My dad DID

> stand up for me when he witnessed my mom's psycho behavior. He

would

> take me out somewhere, or give me permission to do something if we

> knew she would throw a fit, and in my older years when she would

rail

> on me he would step in with, " That's ENOUGH! " I remember one time

(I

> was 24 years old, by the way) she and my sister had me trapped in a

> room for an " intervention " about the man I was dating, and I was

> crouched in a corner sobbing because of how awful they were being.

> My dad barged in, grabbed me up and hugged me and told them to

stop.

> My mom always called and complained about my dad to me no matter

how

> often I told her to stop. She would say " I'm your MOTHER, " and I

> would say " And HE is my FATHER! "

>

> When he got sick with cancer, he only lasted 6 weeks. During that

> time, my mom got to play martyr. She would sit by his bedside all

> day, directing everything, stroking his head, holding his hand.

All

> of a sudden my dad was painted white...and she LOVED the " grieving

> wife " routine. My grandpa (her dad) had Altzeimers and lived with

> them...and so when my dad was in the hospital (all but 1 week of

his

> 6 week illness) someone had to take care of grandpa. During the

day

> my sister did it (she didn't have a job) and when I got off work I

> had to do it because sis wanted time to go to the hospital. So

when

> did I get to see my dad? Rarely. Only on the weekends and even

then

> my sis and I had to split the time caring for grandpa. I barely

got

> any time with my dad and I will never forgive my mother for being

so

> damn selfish. She didn't even like him, and for me he was my

world,

> the only true unconditional love I had ever felt.

>

> I will never forgive myself for not spending more time with my

dad.

> I will never forgive myself for not telling my mom to hang up the

> damn phone when she picked up. I will never forgive myself for not

> just sitting in his room with him, enjoying the baseball game

> together. I think what kills me the most is that I always WANTED

to

> do those things...but I felt so responsible for my mom AND if I did

> retreat from her or family get-togethers to hang with my dad, I

> got " you're just like your father. " I let what my insane mother

> thought of me dictate the way I treated the only person who has

ever

> loved ME for ME.

>

> I think this is my biggest problem. Sometimes I wish I could just

> die because I must have hurt him so badly. He must have really

> thought I didn't care. I hate that stupid b****. I feel like the

> most disgusting evil person for saying this, but: I wish he was

still

> here and she wasn't.

>

> Sorry...Father's Day dredged up a lot.

>

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my dad is still alive but i understand what it is like to miss him. i missed him

when he

went away for work trips when i was a kid. he is a great guy but for some reason

my nada

has him under her spell. when i go home to visit, i have to press him for us to

be alone.

it's weird how my nada can control him without seemingly doing anything. anyway,

i just

wanted him to save me from her when he was on business trips. he was gone,

aloof,

getting the hell away from nada. i understand that part but i am sad that he

didn't come

back for me.

my sisters and i had a birthday party for him this weekend to celebrate his 70th

bday. it

was a way for us to express our love for him, taking control of the situation,

bypassing

nada. he must know how much we love him. i think part of his deal is that

although he was

the stable parent, he couldn't control nada. he said that he was blind to the

affects of her

wrath when i was a child in a recent letter. as much as i feel sorry for all the

pain he has

endured with her, i think i must admit that i am angry with him as well.

even though he didn't not abuse me like nada, he let it happen and didn't fully

save me.

it's scary to be angry with him because he's the closest thing i have to a

parent. but as my

mom was incapable of unconditional love he was and that is really great! i am

crying right

now writing about this. it's such a sad and painful story to have a nada for my

dad and

myself. these days, i grieve for my lost/captive dad almost every time i think

of him.

i keep want to visit him but then my anger towards my nada gets in the way. this

makes

me realize how important it is for me to see him. tolerating nada would be worth

it.

thanks for sharing.

>

> My dad passed away in August of 2005, at age 58. I miss him more

> every single day. I think that the loss of my dad is what has really

> been the hardest thing for me to get over when it comes to my anger

> at my mother. To be truthful, my dad and I didn't have much of a

> relationship at all. My mom was very much the gatekeeper, though I

> didn't see it at the time. When I was younger, and my mother was

> more sane, my dad was an AWESOME dad. I was very much a daddy's

> girl, he called me his " baby girl, " for my whole life, and it was

> definitely reality. As I got older and my mom became nuts, she

> started interfering with my (and my sis') relationship with my dad.

> He was in the Navy and so wasn't home all the time, but he wrote us

> wonderful letters, called frequently, and clearly loved us very

> much. As much as he became distant when I was older, I NEVER doubted

> my dad's love for me. When there was a problem in my life I knew I

> could go to him and he would hug me and be there for me WITOUT

> JUDGING. Anyway, my dad became (I believe) very depressed over the

> years. Having lived with my mom for nearly 38 years, I don't blame

> him! He ended up spending most of his time in his room (they didn't

> share a room from the time I was 12, supposedly because of " his

> snoring " ). When I called the house to talk, if my dad picked up the

> phone, my mom would pick up another extension and tell dad to hang

> up. Unfortunately, he always did. If I came over to spend time and

> was talking with my dad, mom would have an urgent need for my

> help...and I always went.

>

> My mom HATED my dad. She was cruel to him and quite open about it.

> She blamed him for everything, judged him for everything, and nothing

> he ever said or did was right. I wish with all my heart he would

> have divorced her and been able to live a happier life. My dad DID

> stand up for me when he witnessed my mom's psycho behavior. He would

> take me out somewhere, or give me permission to do something if we

> knew she would throw a fit, and in my older years when she would rail

> on me he would step in with, " That's ENOUGH! " I remember one time (I

> was 24 years old, by the way) she and my sister had me trapped in a

> room for an " intervention " about the man I was dating, and I was

> crouched in a corner sobbing because of how awful they were being.

> My dad barged in, grabbed me up and hugged me and told them to stop.

> My mom always called and complained about my dad to me no matter how

> often I told her to stop. She would say " I'm your MOTHER, " and I

> would say " And HE is my FATHER! "

>

> When he got sick with cancer, he only lasted 6 weeks. During that

> time, my mom got to play martyr. She would sit by his bedside all

> day, directing everything, stroking his head, holding his hand. All

> of a sudden my dad was painted white...and she LOVED the " grieving

> wife " routine. My grandpa (her dad) had Altzeimers and lived with

> them...and so when my dad was in the hospital (all but 1 week of his

> 6 week illness) someone had to take care of grandpa. During the day

> my sister did it (she didn't have a job) and when I got off work I

> had to do it because sis wanted time to go to the hospital. So when

> did I get to see my dad? Rarely. Only on the weekends and even then

> my sis and I had to split the time caring for grandpa. I barely got

> any time with my dad and I will never forgive my mother for being so

> damn selfish. She didn't even like him, and for me he was my world,

> the only true unconditional love I had ever felt.

>

> I will never forgive myself for not spending more time with my dad.

> I will never forgive myself for not telling my mom to hang up the

> damn phone when she picked up. I will never forgive myself for not

> just sitting in his room with him, enjoying the baseball game

> together. I think what kills me the most is that I always WANTED to

> do those things...but I felt so responsible for my mom AND if I did

> retreat from her or family get-togethers to hang with my dad, I

> got " you're just like your father. " I let what my insane mother

> thought of me dictate the way I treated the only person who has ever

> loved ME for ME.

>

> I think this is my biggest problem. Sometimes I wish I could just

> die because I must have hurt him so badly. He must have really

> thought I didn't care. I hate that stupid b****. I feel like the

> most disgusting evil person for saying this, but: I wish he was still

> here and she wasn't.

>

> Sorry...Father's Day dredged up a lot.

>

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I relate to when you were talking about your mom being able to

play " martyr " . When her dad (my grandfather) became ill with cancer

she left us for two months to go " take care of him " . She wasn't

needed there for that long, and every other sibling visited and

waited for the " you need to come now " call, but she took it upon

herself to subject herself to watching her father wither away and

die. I'm sorry for the loss of your father and even more sorry that

your mom interfered with your relationship with him. My mother was

insanely jealous of my dad and I's relationship because she felt he

loved me " more than her " . sigh.

>

> My dad passed away in August of 2005, at age 58. I miss him more

> every single day. I think that the loss of my dad is what has

really

> been the hardest thing for me to get over when it comes to my anger

> at my mother. To be truthful, my dad and I didn't have much of a

> relationship at all. My mom was very much the gatekeeper, though I

> didn't see it at the time. When I was younger, and my mother was

> more sane, my dad was an AWESOME dad. I was very much a daddy's

> girl, he called me his " baby girl, " for my whole life, and it was

> definitely reality. As I got older and my mom became nuts, she

> started interfering with my (and my sis') relationship with my

dad.

> He was in the Navy and so wasn't home all the time, but he wrote us

> wonderful letters, called frequently, and clearly loved us very

> much. As much as he became distant when I was older, I NEVER

doubted

> my dad's love for me. When there was a problem in my life I knew I

> could go to him and he would hug me and be there for me WITOUT

> JUDGING. Anyway, my dad became (I believe) very depressed over the

> years. Having lived with my mom for nearly 38 years, I don't blame

> him! He ended up spending most of his time in his room (they

didn't

> share a room from the time I was 12, supposedly because of " his

> snoring " ). When I called the house to talk, if my dad picked up

the

> phone, my mom would pick up another extension and tell dad to hang

> up. Unfortunately, he always did. If I came over to spend time

and

> was talking with my dad, mom would have an urgent need for my

> help...and I always went.

>

> My mom HATED my dad. She was cruel to him and quite open about

it.

> She blamed him for everything, judged him for everything, and

nothing

> he ever said or did was right. I wish with all my heart he would

> have divorced her and been able to live a happier life. My dad DID

> stand up for me when he witnessed my mom's psycho behavior. He

would

> take me out somewhere, or give me permission to do something if we

> knew she would throw a fit, and in my older years when she would

rail

> on me he would step in with, " That's ENOUGH! " I remember one time

(I

> was 24 years old, by the way) she and my sister had me trapped in a

> room for an " intervention " about the man I was dating, and I was

> crouched in a corner sobbing because of how awful they were being.

> My dad barged in, grabbed me up and hugged me and told them to

stop.

> My mom always called and complained about my dad to me no matter

how

> often I told her to stop. She would say " I'm your MOTHER, " and I

> would say " And HE is my FATHER! "

>

> When he got sick with cancer, he only lasted 6 weeks. During that

> time, my mom got to play martyr. She would sit by his bedside all

> day, directing everything, stroking his head, holding his hand.

All

> of a sudden my dad was painted white...and she LOVED the " grieving

> wife " routine. My grandpa (her dad) had Altzeimers and lived with

> them...and so when my dad was in the hospital (all but 1 week of

his

> 6 week illness) someone had to take care of grandpa. During the

day

> my sister did it (she didn't have a job) and when I got off work I

> had to do it because sis wanted time to go to the hospital. So

when

> did I get to see my dad? Rarely. Only on the weekends and even

then

> my sis and I had to split the time caring for grandpa. I barely

got

> any time with my dad and I will never forgive my mother for being

so

> damn selfish. She didn't even like him, and for me he was my

world,

> the only true unconditional love I had ever felt.

>

> I will never forgive myself for not spending more time with my

dad.

> I will never forgive myself for not telling my mom to hang up the

> damn phone when she picked up. I will never forgive myself for not

> just sitting in his room with him, enjoying the baseball game

> together. I think what kills me the most is that I always WANTED

to

> do those things...but I felt so responsible for my mom AND if I did

> retreat from her or family get-togethers to hang with my dad, I

> got " you're just like your father. " I let what my insane mother

> thought of me dictate the way I treated the only person who has

ever

> loved ME for ME.

>

> I think this is my biggest problem. Sometimes I wish I could just

> die because I must have hurt him so badly. He must have really

> thought I didn't care. I hate that stupid b****. I feel like the

> most disgusting evil person for saying this, but: I wish he was

still

> here and she wasn't.

>

> Sorry...Father's Day dredged up a lot.

>

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Jess -- my heart breaks for you. Death brings on that finality of

the loss of second chances in relationships. I'm sorry you're

hurting.

I absolutely don't want to take away from your feelings, but I was

thinking you're being awfully hard on yourself. Food for thought --

your dad had a head start in life and wasn't a fool. At some point,

he ALSO could have asserted himself and said " Give me the phone,

please, I want to talk to my daughter. "

My therapist brought up to me that I am always giving my dad a pass,

and placing all the blame on my mother. My dad is an intelligent

man who functioned well in the world -- just like your dad, a

veteran of the navy. You don't have to place the burden of the

relationship entirely on yourself. Your dad could have done more to

bring it around, too.

{hugs}

Kyla

>

> My dad passed away in August of 2005, at age 58. I miss him more

> every single day. I think that the loss of my dad is what has

really

> been the hardest thing for me to get over when it comes to my

anger

> at my mother. To be truthful, my dad and I didn't have much of a

> relationship at all. My mom was very much the gatekeeper, though

I

> didn't see it at the time. When I was younger, and my mother was

> more sane, my dad was an AWESOME dad. I was very much a daddy's

> girl, he called me his " baby girl, " for my whole life, and it was

> definitely reality. As I got older and my mom became nuts, she

> started interfering with my (and my sis') relationship with my

dad.

> He was in the Navy and so wasn't home all the time, but he wrote

us

> wonderful letters, called frequently, and clearly loved us very

> much. As much as he became distant when I was older, I NEVER

doubted

> my dad's love for me. When there was a problem in my life I knew

I

> could go to him and he would hug me and be there for me WITOUT

> JUDGING. Anyway, my dad became (I believe) very depressed over the

> years. Having lived with my mom for nearly 38 years, I don't

blame

> him! He ended up spending most of his time in his room (they

didn't

> share a room from the time I was 12, supposedly because of " his

> snoring " ). When I called the house to talk, if my dad picked up

the

> phone, my mom would pick up another extension and tell dad to hang

> up. Unfortunately, he always did. If I came over to spend time

and

> was talking with my dad, mom would have an urgent need for my

> help...and I always went.

>

> My mom HATED my dad. She was cruel to him and quite open about

it.

> She blamed him for everything, judged him for everything, and

nothing

> he ever said or did was right. I wish with all my heart he would

> have divorced her and been able to live a happier life. My dad

DID

> stand up for me when he witnessed my mom's psycho behavior. He

would

> take me out somewhere, or give me permission to do something if we

> knew she would throw a fit, and in my older years when she would

rail

> on me he would step in with, " That's ENOUGH! " I remember one time

(I

> was 24 years old, by the way) she and my sister had me trapped in

a

> room for an " intervention " about the man I was dating, and I was

> crouched in a corner sobbing because of how awful they were

being.

> My dad barged in, grabbed me up and hugged me and told them to

stop.

> My mom always called and complained about my dad to me no matter

how

> often I told her to stop. She would say " I'm your MOTHER, " and I

> would say " And HE is my FATHER! "

>

> When he got sick with cancer, he only lasted 6 weeks. During that

> time, my mom got to play martyr. She would sit by his bedside all

> day, directing everything, stroking his head, holding his hand.

All

> of a sudden my dad was painted white...and she LOVED the " grieving

> wife " routine. My grandpa (her dad) had Altzeimers and lived with

> them...and so when my dad was in the hospital (all but 1 week of

his

> 6 week illness) someone had to take care of grandpa. During the

day

> my sister did it (she didn't have a job) and when I got off work I

> had to do it because sis wanted time to go to the hospital. So

when

> did I get to see my dad? Rarely. Only on the weekends and even

then

> my sis and I had to split the time caring for grandpa. I barely

got

> any time with my dad and I will never forgive my mother for being

so

> damn selfish. She didn't even like him, and for me he was my

world,

> the only true unconditional love I had ever felt.

>

> I will never forgive myself for not spending more time with my

dad.

> I will never forgive myself for not telling my mom to hang up the

> damn phone when she picked up. I will never forgive myself for

not

> just sitting in his room with him, enjoying the baseball game

> together. I think what kills me the most is that I always WANTED

to

> do those things...but I felt so responsible for my mom AND if I

did

> retreat from her or family get-togethers to hang with my dad, I

> got " you're just like your father. " I let what my insane mother

> thought of me dictate the way I treated the only person who has

ever

> loved ME for ME.

>

> I think this is my biggest problem. Sometimes I wish I could just

> die because I must have hurt him so badly. He must have really

> thought I didn't care. I hate that stupid b****. I feel like the

> most disgusting evil person for saying this, but: I wish he was

still

> here and she wasn't.

>

> Sorry...Father's Day dredged up a lot.

>

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Jess,

I haven't had time to reply or write much lately but have been

keeping my eye open to everyones thoughts and feelings.

First, i want to say i am so sorry Father's Day brought forth these

deep feelings. I truely feel there is a reason they are re-

surfacing. They have always been there. You never got any answers

from your dad and nor were you in a healthy position to raise

questions and to ask for what you needed. And although you weren't

able to have real closure on a lot of past expereinces and feelings

for your dad, that doesn't mean you won't. And maybe this is your

way of healing, not only from your dad's death but also from you and

your dad's life together. Please don't take the blame, you were/are

his child, he was the parent. we forget that when we become adults.

But, we still need protection and direction.

I am NC w/ both nada and my dad. I have one nightmare of a situation

going on right now, and once i am ready (and have more than 20

minutes at the computer) i plan on sharing with all of you. So, in

relevance to your post, i miss my dad too:) I miss my dad terribly

and the way things used to be. I think about if he were to pass away

and how i would feel having things be the way they are. I am so

sorry for your loss.

Bottom line: i miss my dad too and i miss the way things used to be.

I sometimes think to myself, who'd thought this is the way things

would be? i used to think of my dad as the most honest, fun-loving,

giving, forgiving and sweetest man ever to have lived, seriously. I

could never feel too sorry for myself growing up, cause i may have

had one rotten mom, but wow, look at my dad!! I wanted him to

divorce for years, since i can remember. she was and is aweful to

him, makes me sick to my stomach. Over the years, nada has sucked

more and more out of him, brainwashing him every moment she gets.

She was incredibly jealous of our relationship (btw, i never even

realized this until a couple of years ago) and the older i got, the

more of a threat i must of became to her, i guess, so she had no

mercy. i never stood a chance, against her. No one ever does.

The usual, " she's my wife " and " i can't go against her, you know how

she gets " were everyday quotes from my dad. i couldn't stand to hear

this. I would yell back things like, " i'm your daughter! " , " I'm your

child! " " how can you sit there and do nothing, while she treats me

this way/while she treats you this way? " Oh, these arguments were a

dime a dozen. Nothing changed. And with an ever viciously evolving

and progressing nada around, my question was answered: 'yes, he will

just sit there (and sit there some more) and it doesn't matter

(anymore) that i'm HIS daughter. . .SHE'S NADA!

i miss when i belonged to him. i miss when he would actually own me

as a daughter and stand up as a dad. it's been so long, i can't

believe i still miss it even, you know! It's just bewilders me that

i grew up thinking, believing i had this amazing relationship w/ my

dad and that i just may have had the best dad in the whole world. . .

to the way things are now, where he has morphed into some kind of

zombie, refusing to go against her even for my sake, for his sake! i

miss that image of him there to protect me; to be there to pick me up

when i need him; he used to make up for nada being the way she is, he

used to try to make it better. now he's a zombie, he acts as though

it's not even happening. he has given up, tossed in the towel.

i miss my dad too. WTOAdultChildren1 , " kylaboo728 "

wrote:

>

> Jess -- my heart breaks for you. Death brings on that finality of

> the loss of second chances in relationships. I'm sorry you're

> hurting.

>

> I absolutely don't want to take away from your feelings, but I was

> thinking you're being awfully hard on yourself. Food for thought --

> your dad had a head start in life and wasn't a fool. At some

point,

> he ALSO could have asserted himself and said " Give me the phone,

> please, I want to talk to my daughter. "

>

> My therapist brought up to me that I am always giving my dad a

pass,

> and placing all the blame on my mother. My dad is an intelligent

> man who functioned well in the world -- just like your dad, a

> veteran of the navy. You don't have to place the burden of the

> relationship entirely on yourself. Your dad could have done more

to

> bring it around, too.

>

> {hugs}

> Kyla

>

>

> >

> > My dad passed away in August of 2005, at age 58. I miss him more

> > every single day. I think that the loss of my dad is what has

> really

> > been the hardest thing for me to get over when it comes to my

> anger

> > at my mother. To be truthful, my dad and I didn't have much of a

> > relationship at all. My mom was very much the gatekeeper, though

> I

> > didn't see it at the time. When I was younger, and my mother was

> > more sane, my dad was an AWESOME dad. I was very much a daddy's

> > girl, he called me his " baby girl, " for my whole life, and it was

> > definitely reality. As I got older and my mom became nuts, she

> > started interfering with my (and my sis') relationship with my

> dad.

> > He was in the Navy and so wasn't home all the time, but he wrote

> us

> > wonderful letters, called frequently, and clearly loved us very

> > much. As much as he became distant when I was older, I NEVER

> doubted

> > my dad's love for me. When there was a problem in my life I knew

> I

> > could go to him and he would hug me and be there for me WITOUT

> > JUDGING. Anyway, my dad became (I believe) very depressed over

the

> > years. Having lived with my mom for nearly 38 years, I don't

> blame

> > him! He ended up spending most of his time in his room (they

> didn't

> > share a room from the time I was 12, supposedly because of " his

> > snoring " ). When I called the house to talk, if my dad picked up

> the

> > phone, my mom would pick up another extension and tell dad to

hang

> > up. Unfortunately, he always did. If I came over to spend time

> and

> > was talking with my dad, mom would have an urgent need for my

> > help...and I always went.

> >

> > My mom HATED my dad. She was cruel to him and quite open about

> it.

> > She blamed him for everything, judged him for everything, and

> nothing

> > he ever said or did was right. I wish with all my heart he would

> > have divorced her and been able to live a happier life. My dad

> DID

> > stand up for me when he witnessed my mom's psycho behavior. He

> would

> > take me out somewhere, or give me permission to do something if

we

> > knew she would throw a fit, and in my older years when she would

> rail

> > on me he would step in with, " That's ENOUGH! " I remember one

time

> (I

> > was 24 years old, by the way) she and my sister had me trapped in

> a

> > room for an " intervention " about the man I was dating, and I was

> > crouched in a corner sobbing because of how awful they were

> being.

> > My dad barged in, grabbed me up and hugged me and told them to

> stop.

> > My mom always called and complained about my dad to me no matter

> how

> > often I told her to stop. She would say " I'm your MOTHER, " and I

> > would say " And HE is my FATHER! "

> >

> > When he got sick with cancer, he only lasted 6 weeks. During

that

> > time, my mom got to play martyr. She would sit by his bedside

all

> > day, directing everything, stroking his head, holding his hand.

> All

> > of a sudden my dad was painted white...and she LOVED

the " grieving

> > wife " routine. My grandpa (her dad) had Altzeimers and lived

with

> > them...and so when my dad was in the hospital (all but 1 week of

> his

> > 6 week illness) someone had to take care of grandpa. During the

> day

> > my sister did it (she didn't have a job) and when I got off work

I

> > had to do it because sis wanted time to go to the hospital. So

> when

> > did I get to see my dad? Rarely. Only on the weekends and even

> then

> > my sis and I had to split the time caring for grandpa. I barely

> got

> > any time with my dad and I will never forgive my mother for being

> so

> > damn selfish. She didn't even like him, and for me he was my

> world,

> > the only true unconditional love I had ever felt.

> >

> > I will never forgive myself for not spending more time with my

> dad.

> > I will never forgive myself for not telling my mom to hang up the

> > damn phone when she picked up. I will never forgive myself for

> not

> > just sitting in his room with him, enjoying the baseball game

> > together. I think what kills me the most is that I always WANTED

> to

> > do those things...but I felt so responsible for my mom AND if I

> did

> > retreat from her or family get-togethers to hang with my dad, I

> > got " you're just like your father. " I let what my insane mother

> > thought of me dictate the way I treated the only person who has

> ever

> > loved ME for ME.

> >

> > I think this is my biggest problem. Sometimes I wish I could

just

> > die because I must have hurt him so badly. He must have really

> > thought I didn't care. I hate that stupid b****. I feel like

the

> > most disgusting evil person for saying this, but: I wish he was

> still

> > here and she wasn't.

> >

> > Sorry...Father's Day dredged up a lot.

> >

>

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Thanks everyone for the kind responses. I was in quite a funk

yesterday, sorry! I feel bad for saying I hate my mom...I really

don't...sometimes I wish I could. I don't even know the word to

describe how I feel about her, but it isn't hate...as much as I don't

like to admit it I love her a lot, which makes hate impossible.

Anyway I do appreciate you all a lot. This is the first time in my

life I've felt like someone could understand and not judge me for my

anger towards my mom. I needed that!

> > >

> > > My dad passed away in August of 2005, at age 58. I miss him

more

> > > every single day. I think that the loss of my dad is what has

> > really

> > > been the hardest thing for me to get over when it comes to my

> > anger

> > > at my mother. To be truthful, my dad and I didn't have much of

a

> > > relationship at all. My mom was very much the gatekeeper,

though

> > I

> > > didn't see it at the time. When I was younger, and my mother

was

> > > more sane, my dad was an AWESOME dad. I was very much a

daddy's

> > > girl, he called me his " baby girl, " for my whole life, and it

was

> > > definitely reality. As I got older and my mom became nuts, she

> > > started interfering with my (and my sis') relationship with my

> > dad.

> > > He was in the Navy and so wasn't home all the time, but he

wrote

> > us

> > > wonderful letters, called frequently, and clearly loved us very

> > > much. As much as he became distant when I was older, I NEVER

> > doubted

> > > my dad's love for me. When there was a problem in my life I

knew

> > I

> > > could go to him and he would hug me and be there for me WITOUT

> > > JUDGING. Anyway, my dad became (I believe) very depressed over

> the

> > > years. Having lived with my mom for nearly 38 years, I don't

> > blame

> > > him! He ended up spending most of his time in his room (they

> > didn't

> > > share a room from the time I was 12, supposedly because of " his

> > > snoring " ). When I called the house to talk, if my dad picked

up

> > the

> > > phone, my mom would pick up another extension and tell dad to

> hang

> > > up. Unfortunately, he always did. If I came over to spend

time

> > and

> > > was talking with my dad, mom would have an urgent need for my

> > > help...and I always went.

> > >

> > > My mom HATED my dad. She was cruel to him and quite open about

> > it.

> > > She blamed him for everything, judged him for everything, and

> > nothing

> > > he ever said or did was right. I wish with all my heart he

would

> > > have divorced her and been able to live a happier life. My dad

> > DID

> > > stand up for me when he witnessed my mom's psycho behavior. He

> > would

> > > take me out somewhere, or give me permission to do something if

> we

> > > knew she would throw a fit, and in my older years when she

would

> > rail

> > > on me he would step in with, " That's ENOUGH! " I remember one

> time

> > (I

> > > was 24 years old, by the way) she and my sister had me trapped

in

> > a

> > > room for an " intervention " about the man I was dating, and I

was

> > > crouched in a corner sobbing because of how awful they were

> > being.

> > > My dad barged in, grabbed me up and hugged me and told them to

> > stop.

> > > My mom always called and complained about my dad to me no

matter

> > how

> > > often I told her to stop. She would say " I'm your MOTHER, " and

I

> > > would say " And HE is my FATHER! "

> > >

> > > When he got sick with cancer, he only lasted 6 weeks. During

> that

> > > time, my mom got to play martyr. She would sit by his bedside

> all

> > > day, directing everything, stroking his head, holding his

hand.

> > All

> > > of a sudden my dad was painted white...and she LOVED

> the " grieving

> > > wife " routine. My grandpa (her dad) had Altzeimers and lived

> with

> > > them...and so when my dad was in the hospital (all but 1 week

of

> > his

> > > 6 week illness) someone had to take care of grandpa. During

the

> > day

> > > my sister did it (she didn't have a job) and when I got off

work

> I

> > > had to do it because sis wanted time to go to the hospital. So

> > when

> > > did I get to see my dad? Rarely. Only on the weekends and

even

> > then

> > > my sis and I had to split the time caring for grandpa. I

barely

> > got

> > > any time with my dad and I will never forgive my mother for

being

> > so

> > > damn selfish. She didn't even like him, and for me he was my

> > world,

> > > the only true unconditional love I had ever felt.

> > >

> > > I will never forgive myself for not spending more time with my

> > dad.

> > > I will never forgive myself for not telling my mom to hang up

the

> > > damn phone when she picked up. I will never forgive myself for

> > not

> > > just sitting in his room with him, enjoying the baseball game

> > > together. I think what kills me the most is that I always

WANTED

> > to

> > > do those things...but I felt so responsible for my mom AND if I

> > did

> > > retreat from her or family get-togethers to hang with my dad, I

> > > got " you're just like your father. " I let what my insane

mother

> > > thought of me dictate the way I treated the only person who has

> > ever

> > > loved ME for ME.

> > >

> > > I think this is my biggest problem. Sometimes I wish I could

> just

> > > die because I must have hurt him so badly. He must have really

> > > thought I didn't care. I hate that stupid b****. I feel like

> the

> > > most disgusting evil person for saying this, but: I wish he was

> > still

> > > here and she wasn't.

> > >

> > > Sorry...Father's Day dredged up a lot.

> > >

> >

>

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It's hard when you realize unflattering things about a parent that

has passed away. I don't have these conflicted feelings about my dad

because he never did defend her, he did stand up for me, and he was

unconditionally loving. I can't remember even one time in my life

when I felt like my dad was disappointed in me. I guess I'm lucky in

that aspect. My dad DID bury his head in the sand at times, though.

My mom rarely raged at me or anything when he was home, most of her

crazy behavior was directed towards him if he was there. I feel sad

for my dad. He didn't believe in divorce and he was beat down by my

mother (not physically) for 10 years before they had kids. He isn't

blameless but he did the best he could. He never said " she can't

help it " or anything like that. It was clear that my parents did not

like each other at all. My dad's mom was a nutter, so I think that

is why he stayed married to my mom...crazy women was the norm for

him. My mom has accused me of having my dad on a pedestal, but I

don't think I do...I can see his flaws (there were plenty). I just

know that my dad truly loved me. There is nothing I could have ever

done to make him look at me the way my mom does, or to cause him to

say hurtful things to me. He was my only beacon of what

unconditional love looks like, and I think I would be in a much

different place mentally right now if it weren't for him. I just

wish he could have divorced her, but I know that if he did it would

have been worse for me...she would have taken out all her anger and

hurt on me every day because he wouldn't be there. And being in the

military (and being male back in a time where men winning custody was

rare), he never would have gotten custody.

> >

> >

> > Dito Daisy; my dad was the only anchor I had to reality. Carol

> >

> >

> >

> > In a message dated 6/17/2008 3:48:07 PM Pacific Daylight Time,

> > daisyjess2@ writes:

> >

> > My dad passed away in August of 2005, at age 58. I miss him

more

> > every single day. I think that the loss of my dad is what has

> really

> > been the hardest thing for me to get over when it comes to my

> anger

> > at my mother. To be truthful, my dad and I didn't have much of

a

> > relationship at all. My mom was very much the gatekeeper, though

> I

> > didn't see it at the time. When I was younger, and my mother

was

> > more sane, my dad was an AWESOME dad. I was very much a daddy's

> > girl, he called me his " baby girl, " for my whole life, and it

was

> > definitely reality. As I got older and my mom became nuts, she

> > started interfering with my (and my sis') relationship with my

> dad.

> > He was in the Navy and so wasn't home all the time, but he wrote

> us

> > wonderful letters, called frequently, and clearly loved us very

> > much. As much as he became distant when I was older, I NEVER

> doubted

> > my dad's love for me. When there was a problem in my life I knew

> I

> > could go to him and he would hug me and be there for me WITOUT

> > JUDGING. Anyway, my dad became (I believe) very depressed over

the

> > years. Having lived with my mom for nearly 38 years, I don't

> blame

> > him! He ended up spending most of his time in his room (they

> didn't

> > share a room from the time I was 12, supposedly because of " his

> > snoring " ). When I called the house to talk, if my dad picked up

> the

> > phone, my mom would pick up another extension and tell dad to

hang

> > up. Unfortunately, he always did. If I came over to spend time

> and

> > was talking with my dad, mom would have an urgent need for my

> > help...and I always went.

> >

> > My mom HATED my dad. She was cruel to him and quite open about

> it.

> > She blamed him for everything, judged him for everything, and

> nothing

> > he ever said or did was right. I wish with all my heart he

would

> > have divorced her and been able to live a happier life. My dad

> DID

> > stand up for me when he witnessed my mom's psycho behavior. He

> would

> > take me out somewhere, or give me permission to do something if

we

> > knew she would throw a fit, and in my older years when she would

> rail

> > on me he would step in with, " That's ENOUGH! " I remember one

time

> (I

> > was 24 years old, by the way) she and my sister had me trapped

in

> a

> > room for an " intervention " about the man I was dating, and I was

> > crouched in a corner sobbing because of how awful they were

> being.

> > My dad barged in, grabbed me up and hugged me and told them to

> stop.

> > My mom always called and complained about my dad to me no matter

> how

> > often I told her to stop. She would say " I'm your MOTHER, " and

I

> > would say " And HE is my FATHER! "

> >

> > When he got sick with cancer, he only lasted 6 weeks. During

that

> > time, my mom got to play martyr. She would sit by his bedside

all

> > day, directing everything, stroking his head, holding his hand.

> All

> > of a sudden my dad was painted white...and she LOVED

the " grieving

> > wife " routine. My grandpa (her dad) had Altzeimers and lived

with

> > them...and so when my dad was in the hospital (all but 1 week of

> his

> > 6 week illness) someone had to take care of grandpa. During the

> day

> > my sister did it (she didn't have a job) and when I got off work

I

> > had to do it because sis wanted time to go to the hospital. So

> when

> > did I get to see my dad? Rarely. Only on the weekends and even

> then

> > my sis and I had to split the time caring for grandpa. I barely

> got

> > any time with my dad and I will never forgive my mother for

being

> so

> > damn selfish. She didn't even like him, and for me he was my

> world,

> > the only true unconditional love I had ever felt.

> >

> > I will never forgive myself for not spending more time with my

> dad.

> > I will never forgive myself for not telling my mom to hang up

the

> > damn phone when she picked up. I will never forgive myself for

> not

> > just sitting in his room with him, enjoying the baseball game

> > together. I think what kills me the most is that I always

WANTED

> to

> > do those things...but I felt so responsible for my mom AND if I

> did

> > retreat from her or family get-togethers to hang with my dad, I

> > got " you're just like your father. " I let what my insane mother

> > thought of me dictate the way I treated the only person who has

> ever

> > loved ME for ME.

> >

> > I think this is my biggest problem. Sometimes I wish I could

just

> > die because I must have hurt him so badly. He must have really

> > thought I didn't care. I hate that stupid b****. I feel like

the

> > most disgusting evil person for saying this, but: I wish he was

> still

> > here and she wasn't.

> >

> > Sorry...Father's Day dredged up a lot.

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

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> > fuel-efficient used cars. (http://autos.aol.com/used?

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> >

> >

> >

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