Hi Dopers,
It’s been a while! I’ve been lurking for the last 7 or so years because I haven’t had much to say.
Now, I’ve got a doozy and I’d like some opinions.
My dad has been mentally and emotionally abusive all of my life. I went to therapy during high school to keep from committing suicide - and of course he had no idea I was in therapy (it was through my counselor’s office) because it would have pointed to the fact that he made me feel like I was an unworthy human being and my depression was caused by him.
He did the things that all Asian parents do, provide educational support and tote your children’s accomplishments as your own. He paid for college, but at the same time would call me at 6am (he worked graveyard and would come home at dawn) to tell me what a horrible daughter I was. To the world, he was a supportive, loving father. At home, he could either be indifferent or frothing at the mouth and driving me to tears because I didn’t clean my room the right way. I never had an idea of what would set him off.
My mom and brother knew he was like that and did nothing. “That’s how dad is, you need to stop pissing him off” was the standard answer when I pleaded for help.
When my paternal grandfather was dying of colon cancer, the last thing he said to me was “your mom is a good person; listen to her. Your dad is a bad person. Don’t let him bring you down. Don’t let him get into your head.” This was from my dad’s dad. I have never forgotten those words.
In 2007 when I graduated from college and started my first job, my dad said “you only make $14/hr? What did I put you through college for? You’re wasting my money!” That was it. I stopped talking to him.
Since then, I have gotten married. My mom brought him to the wedding to keep up appearances because my other relatives attended. My mom walked me down the aisle. My brother’s wedding gift was keeping my dad away from me the whole day. By my brother’s own admission, my dad was chomping at the bit to tell me where I had messed up with my wedding and wanted to tell me what I should have done.
I have also had my first child.
My mom told him I was pregnant and then I gave birth in 2013. My dad has my cell phone number and he never called. He never emailed me. I haven’t heard anything from him since 2007.
My mom and brother are trying their best to convince me to have my dad meet my daughter. I can’t go to family meet ups because I don’t want him to see my daughter. None of my relatives know about our estrangement and just think I’m very busy. I feel like I’m losing out.
My mom once tried to bring my dad to my apartment before I moved so he could meet her. My mom said “it’s not a big deal because you’re moving so he won’t know where you live after this. I’ll even take your daughter to him so you won’t have to see your dad.” After I called my brother bawling and begged him to stop my mom, she finally said she wouldn’t do that.
My mom and my brother haven’t brought it up since but I feel like it’s a bomb waiting to go off.
My dad never physically abused me. He kept me alive and put me through college. But I can’t reconcile all of the mental and emotional abuse. I don’t want to reward him by letting him meet my daughter.
Bottom line, I don’t want my daughter to experience any of the abuse that I endured.
I feel like that should be it, but then I feel like I’m being a bad Asian daughter by not being more flexible. My mom and brother are still saying “that’s how he is, he cares for you in his own way.” I have nightmares about my dad a few nights a month and I always wake up crying.
I just don’t know and it hurts me so much to be put in this position. The fact that he hasn’t even reached out to me makes me feel like he doesn’t care. But my mom tells me that he asks her for updates on my daughter.
I’m so back and forth about this that I’m mixed up. My husband is being a very supportive sounding board and he says that he supports whatever I decide. He understands the dysfunction of my family and he tries to help me through these episodes of ‘do I, don’t I?’
What say you, Dopers? I need perspective.