Reading the rather depressing family threads has gotten me thinking about my own situation and what I should do. Perhaps Dopers can give me better insight about what to do.
My father and I have never had a good relationship. Growing up, I was always the problem child to him. I never made good enough grades. I cried too much as a child. I wasn’t smart enough. I wasn’t born a boy. I wasn’t my older brother. Nothing I did was good enough and he treated me like I wasn’t good enough for anything.
Needless to say, this did a number on my self-esteem and his preferential treatment of my brother and his disdain for me started my downward spiral into depression.
The trigger for my suicidal tendencies happened during my senior year of high school. My dad asked me to call AOL to cancel our membership. Being in school, participating in 6 extracurricular activities and holding 2 part-time jobs had me rather busy so I forgot. AOL sent the bill charging us for $40. My dad called me to his room and started on this tirade about how worthless I was, how disappointed he was in me and how I can’t do anything right. Other than that, I can’t remember the specifics other than him saying he wouldn’t pay for my college because I wasn’t worth it. I just remember saying sorry and saying that I’ll pay for the AOL bill. But no, he wouldn’t let it go. He kept going on and on about how irresponsible I was and how I’m such a horrible person I am, etc. etc.
I ran to my room and locked the door to cry in the privacy of my own room because if my dad ever sees me cry, it makes him madder and he yells even more because crying = weakness in my family. Well, yelling at me wasn’t enough so he ran to my room and pounded on the door until I opened it. Of course I was crying by that point which upset him even more. He cornered me and yelled at me for crying over something so stupid which had me crying even harder. I was in the fetal position bawling my eyes out when my mom came into the room. She literally had to grab my dad, yell at him to leave me alone and push him out of the room.
My mom then crouched down and put her hand on my shoulder while I was crying. It was the most touching thing she had done since I was 6 (this gives you an idea of how touchy feely my family is). My mom is normally so remote and unfeeling that the fact she would get down on the ground and touch me made me feel safer. She said that she would figure out a way to pay for my college and I didn’t have to depend on him.
She said this despite the fact that my dad made about three times what my mother made, and my mom was the one paying off the house and all the bills. My dad was only responsible for my and my brother’s college.
Somehow, my mom got through to him, and he paid for my college when I eventually left. My dad and I hadn’t spoken to each other the entire year leading up to me leaving for college. But once I started college, he started calling me at all hours of the day to tell me how worthless I was or how messed up I was. Ee even called me one time at 6:30am on a Saturday to tell me how stupid I was for not buying toner for my printer when it was on sale.
His attitude toward me has continued in this vein since then.
After I graduated college, I worked a few dead end jobs until I found my current one. I was so proud that I landed a position in a reputable company that I went and told my mom. Of course she told my dad. My dad approached me right after I started my new position and asked me how much I made. No pleasantries. No “how’s the new job going?” He cut to the chase and asked me how much I was making. I told him and his response was “that’s it?”
I haven’t spoken to my dad in a year and a half since then.
My fiance and I have been together since I was a senior in high school so he’s witnessed firsthand my dad verbally and emotionally abusing me. He was the one on the phone with me when I tried to slit my wrists because I felt like no one loved me and my family wanted me dead. He’s the one who has figuratively and literally saved my life.
Since I don’t talk to my dad anymore, I don’t get into my depressive moods nearly as much and I’ve stopped feeling suicidal since I stopped talking to him after I graduated from college.
The thing is, my fiance and I are getting married in a year. I don’t want my dad there. He has done nothing but hurt me all my life. My mom and brother keep telling me that’s how my dad is and don’t take it personally. They tell me I should invite him because we’re Asian, you just don’t do something like that. We have to keep appearances up. Just to give you a better idea of how messed up my family is, part of my brother’s wedding present to me is to keep my dad away from me on that day so he won’t yell at me or talk down to me which would make me cry. Great present, bro.
But even if I do invite my dad, what then? Do I invite him to see my children when I have them? I don’t want my dad near them because I fear he’ll treat them the way he treated me. I don’t want my children to ever feel the way I did growing up. Unfortunately my mom and brother think I’m being overly critical and that ‘that’s just how he is’. They tell me I should stop being so dramatic and that I’m making such a big deal out of nothing.
I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the fact that he has to be invited to the wedding. But I can’t bring myself to even think about having him around my future children. I want to just write him off and never talk to him again but my family said that’s being disloyal to the family. Wasn’t he disloyal to me by treating me like I was lower than dirt my entire life?
I just hurt inside and I don’t know what to do. My fiance said that it’s ultimately up to me, but he said if it were him, he’d just not talk to him again and keep him out of our lives, the rest of my family be damned.
What say you, Dopers? (And thank you for reading all of this.)