I have a very, very weird father. Dang, how do I explain this.
My parents divorced when I was 16. My father had to leave although he breaked down the evening before he went.
I think right now as an adult that that was the time I lost him. The way I talked about him later after the divorce made people ask: "when did your father die?"
In the sixteen years he lived at home we were close. Although he was not interested in the things that interested me, when I joined him in the things he liked, we connected. I was definitely his favorite, I already felt it back then.
My father moved into a new home, in the same village I grew up, not more than half a mile away. The girlfriend he had (he did not cheat on my mother, he had told her about her, my mother agreed (!!) ) moved in with him within months.
I don't really recall, but I guess that is when the trouble started. We, as children, were not welcome to spend the night there saying that there was not enough room. But the relatives of his girlfriend could stay, that did not seem to be a problem. My father went all along in this. With a straight face he could say: "no, not possible, to stay here, we don't have enough room".
In the times after, he did not see that his wife (they got married two years later) did not love us, his children. She smiled at us, but her eyes said: I don't want you.
My father did not take a stand at all. I wonder whether he even noticed. I think he was dead afraid his new wife would finally leave him as well so he focussed completely on her. He did not take a stand at all. He joined her in her detached behavior towards us.
I felt I lost him. She was like the keyboard of a computer: whoever has it, can programme the computer (my father). When I talked to my father and thought: ah, he understands, or: I recognize him again that was only temporarily. As soon as she arrived, he chose for her again. He started running around probably remembering her wishes. I completely lost connection with him.
This is getting a long story, and I even haven't asked my question yet.
Edit:
I have to stop now here. I feel pain of the loss, need to take it slow. If people want to comment, please do. Thank you.
My parents divorced when I was 16. My father had to leave although he breaked down the evening before he went.
I think right now as an adult that that was the time I lost him. The way I talked about him later after the divorce made people ask: "when did your father die?"
In the sixteen years he lived at home we were close. Although he was not interested in the things that interested me, when I joined him in the things he liked, we connected. I was definitely his favorite, I already felt it back then.
My father moved into a new home, in the same village I grew up, not more than half a mile away. The girlfriend he had (he did not cheat on my mother, he had told her about her, my mother agreed (!!) ) moved in with him within months.
I don't really recall, but I guess that is when the trouble started. We, as children, were not welcome to spend the night there saying that there was not enough room. But the relatives of his girlfriend could stay, that did not seem to be a problem. My father went all along in this. With a straight face he could say: "no, not possible, to stay here, we don't have enough room".
In the times after, he did not see that his wife (they got married two years later) did not love us, his children. She smiled at us, but her eyes said: I don't want you.
My father did not take a stand at all. I wonder whether he even noticed. I think he was dead afraid his new wife would finally leave him as well so he focussed completely on her. He did not take a stand at all. He joined her in her detached behavior towards us.
I felt I lost him. She was like the keyboard of a computer: whoever has it, can programme the computer (my father). When I talked to my father and thought: ah, he understands, or: I recognize him again that was only temporarily. As soon as she arrived, he chose for her again. He started running around probably remembering her wishes. I completely lost connection with him.
This is getting a long story, and I even haven't asked my question yet.
Edit:
I have to stop now here. I feel pain of the loss, need to take it slow. If people want to comment, please do. Thank you.