Hello,
My Dad (or abusive biological sperm donor if you prefer) has been given months to live.
We've been estranged for a while, occasional phone calls, seen him twice in 20 years for superficial contact.
When I was 8 he punched out my front tooth because I accidentally dropped a glass ornament.
Over the next 8 years until I left home I had cigarette burns, black eyes, emotionally he put me down, critical and just generally a nasty selfish alcoholic. Never even bought me a coat, I froze every winter.
You get the picture.
Since the early 80's he's been talking about his will, how me and my siblings will all get a few £ when he dies, how it's split up with his wife and us kids etc...
Now I look back it feels like a carrot, or even some perverse manipulation to stop his own children from disowning him completely - perhaps he thought that's his only positive attribute.
He remarried in 1986 and has always put his wife before us, until she divorced him 2 years ago and even then things remained the same, they are still friends.
For me it made life easier for inheritance issues, them being divorced.
Since his terminal diagnosis a month ago he's announced they're to remarry, in 4 weeks, he's asked me to be the best man.
I don't want this to be about money, but the one thought I cannot get out of my head is when I refuse to attend the wedding or funeral, that I'll likely be cut out of any measly inheritance and his wife and her kids will get it instead.
Or worse still, I actually bother to attend the wedding and still get cut out anyway... because that's what he does.
That's the logical part of my dilemma, but the biggest part is I'm still torn inside. I own him nothing, he's toxic & I know that, but still he has some hold over me that makes me feel I should go...
He's been a diabolical excuse for a Father but still he's the only Father I've got.
I'm struggling to be motivated, not going to work, never had trouble sleeping but lately I am, anxiety attacks, flashbacks, lots of memories which are just painful but I'm powerless to stop them.
I feel I need to inform him not only that I won't be attending but also the reasons why... then I think, why bother? Don't own him a thing.
Back and forth my mind goes. Is that normal or am I going mad?
My Dad (or abusive biological sperm donor if you prefer) has been given months to live.
We've been estranged for a while, occasional phone calls, seen him twice in 20 years for superficial contact.
When I was 8 he punched out my front tooth because I accidentally dropped a glass ornament.
Over the next 8 years until I left home I had cigarette burns, black eyes, emotionally he put me down, critical and just generally a nasty selfish alcoholic. Never even bought me a coat, I froze every winter.
You get the picture.
Since the early 80's he's been talking about his will, how me and my siblings will all get a few £ when he dies, how it's split up with his wife and us kids etc...
Now I look back it feels like a carrot, or even some perverse manipulation to stop his own children from disowning him completely - perhaps he thought that's his only positive attribute.
He remarried in 1986 and has always put his wife before us, until she divorced him 2 years ago and even then things remained the same, they are still friends.
For me it made life easier for inheritance issues, them being divorced.
Since his terminal diagnosis a month ago he's announced they're to remarry, in 4 weeks, he's asked me to be the best man.
I don't want this to be about money, but the one thought I cannot get out of my head is when I refuse to attend the wedding or funeral, that I'll likely be cut out of any measly inheritance and his wife and her kids will get it instead.
Or worse still, I actually bother to attend the wedding and still get cut out anyway... because that's what he does.
That's the logical part of my dilemma, but the biggest part is I'm still torn inside. I own him nothing, he's toxic & I know that, but still he has some hold over me that makes me feel I should go...
He's been a diabolical excuse for a Father but still he's the only Father I've got.
I'm struggling to be motivated, not going to work, never had trouble sleeping but lately I am, anxiety attacks, flashbacks, lots of memories which are just painful but I'm powerless to stop them.
I feel I need to inform him not only that I won't be attending but also the reasons why... then I think, why bother? Don't own him a thing.
Back and forth my mind goes. Is that normal or am I going mad?
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