witchcraft
it's too painful to live but I'm too afraid to die
- Nov 27, 2024
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I decided to cut my dad out of my life.
As usual, there's so much to say that I don't know where to begin.
My dad was never physically abusive but he was psychologically abusive and emotionally neglectful.
I thought maybe things were changing, maybe our relationship was getting better and he was mellowing out with age.
But he is still the same micromanaging Hitler he always was. He still patronizes, condescends, and treats me like I'm stupid.
I won't write the whole chain of texts I sent him before blocking him and deleting his number, but I told my dad that he doesn't treat me like a son. He treats me like I'm an employee. I would describe our relationship as "I have paid for this and this, I get us lunch or whatever when you come over and help me; that should be enough, I am entitled to your time."
Elsewhere I already made a thread about how at the end of my rope I've been helping him move. I don't want to rehash all that.
I've been thinking about it and I'm sad things are this way. But I just can't keep interacting with him anymore. Calling my dad overbearing is an understatement, truly. And this was simply the last straw. Everything was all about him him him, and was never meaningfully considerate of me. He causes all of this stress and problems for himself and then makes them mine.
I don't feel great about how I went about it, because it screwed over his whole moving plans really good. Like: the flight he had planned for me can't be cancelled or even transferred to another person I don't think, and he has to figure out a way to get both a big trailer and uhaul full of his shit 12 hours drive away.
But the thing is, there is NO having a conversation with him. He leaves me no choice; he doesn't listen. He's always "right." The second you challenge him, he adopts this tone of voice and just manner of speaking that makes it clear you are a dumbass.
If you call him out on any of his bullshit, he instantly gets defensive. Gets all pissed off. Denial. So I really had no other choice other than continue to subject myself to being his free personal servant, or I guess going no-contact way earlier.
I feel bad because it put some other extended family in a bad, inconvenient spot. However, that's also ignoring the fact that he chose to do all of this the way that he did. He pawned all this weight and responsibility onto me as if I don't have serious issues of my own to figure out, things that I want to do or work on achieving. He doesn't respect that. He never has asked.
I'm not sure my dad knows a single deep, meaningful thing about me. And I wouldn't be surprised. My dad talks at you, makes you a captive audience however he can, makes every conversation about himself unless it's him criticizing you or something you are doing.
It has been so embarrassing going anywhere with him my entire life. Watching other people trying to be polite while seeking to escape having an unskippable cutscene with him. Feeling like I need to apologize for him, smooth things over, or otherwise compensate for his behavior and attitude whenever we go out to eat or anywhere else in public.
It has been so exhausting having him project all of his stress onto me. Either talking bad about my mom or complaining to me about her instead of handling it like an adult, like a father. Constantly bitching about his neighbors when HE is often the one at fault or making a big deal out of nothing. And you know what, even if his neighbors do suck, it's just simply not pleasant to be subjected to the same fucking complaints, the same old stories every time I reluctantly, begrudgingly go over to his house.
So I guess I just finally had enough. He won't change. I held nothing back and told him how I really feel. And I had to do it over text because he would otherwise interrupt, raise his voice to talk over me, or it would just lead to an argument that accomplishes nothing.
I told him a lot of the stuff in this thread. I told him I never want to see or talk to him again. I told him all the ways that he is the problem and refuses to see it. I told him he needs a therapist. I told him he never treats me like a son. I just told him off.
It makes me sad because this isn't the father I wanted, and I also can't fix this. There's only so much I can do. I have to be fair to myself, and I have often been guilt tripped ever since I was a child for trying to stand up for myself. So I am left with no other choice but to just fuck him over by running away and leaving him high and dry when he has all of his shit packed up and ready to move.
I told him he can figure out something with his family, or he could get a moving company (he can afford it if he can afford a 350k house, two Rolexes, 100k in cars and everything else). This dude is the quintessential penny pinching boomer, and can't comprehend how his reluctance to JUST SOMETIMES pay for extra help can reduce your stress, lower the blood pressure.
He doesn't understand he gets what he pays for. I know things are expensive, often too expensive. But if you try to get cheap, you're going to get cheap. I have seen it happen over and over again when he was hiring contractors to help him renovate his house for the past year in preparation of selling it.
Anyway I'm just rambling and completely lost the plot. I feel guilty, and this guilt has been weaponized against me my whole life. I am trying to work through whether what I've done, and the things I said in those final text messages make me a bad person, a bad son, or if this is all valid.
I'm ~25. I'm so, so fucking done managing his emotions like I did as a kid so he would leave me alone. I'm tired of his high-strung type-A Chernobyl-bloodpressure personality, exploding over the littlest things and triggering the trauma from YEARS of living in a small apartment and listening to my parents yelling at each other like children over the dumbest shit.
I don't have time or patience for this anymore. He can call me selfish all he wants, I am numb to the hypocrisy. I have suffered enough--much of it against my will and inescapable in my youth. I know what I have had to endure, I know my experience better than anyone, and if certain people in my family think of me differently because of what I have done a few days ago, so be it.
I just do not want to grow up to be like him. I never truly understood the terror of becoming a parent you despise until now.
As usual, there's so much to say that I don't know where to begin.
My dad was never physically abusive but he was psychologically abusive and emotionally neglectful.
I thought maybe things were changing, maybe our relationship was getting better and he was mellowing out with age.
But he is still the same micromanaging Hitler he always was. He still patronizes, condescends, and treats me like I'm stupid.
I won't write the whole chain of texts I sent him before blocking him and deleting his number, but I told my dad that he doesn't treat me like a son. He treats me like I'm an employee. I would describe our relationship as "I have paid for this and this, I get us lunch or whatever when you come over and help me; that should be enough, I am entitled to your time."
Elsewhere I already made a thread about how at the end of my rope I've been helping him move. I don't want to rehash all that.
I've been thinking about it and I'm sad things are this way. But I just can't keep interacting with him anymore. Calling my dad overbearing is an understatement, truly. And this was simply the last straw. Everything was all about him him him, and was never meaningfully considerate of me. He causes all of this stress and problems for himself and then makes them mine.
I don't feel great about how I went about it, because it screwed over his whole moving plans really good. Like: the flight he had planned for me can't be cancelled or even transferred to another person I don't think, and he has to figure out a way to get both a big trailer and uhaul full of his shit 12 hours drive away.
But the thing is, there is NO having a conversation with him. He leaves me no choice; he doesn't listen. He's always "right." The second you challenge him, he adopts this tone of voice and just manner of speaking that makes it clear you are a dumbass.
If you call him out on any of his bullshit, he instantly gets defensive. Gets all pissed off. Denial. So I really had no other choice other than continue to subject myself to being his free personal servant, or I guess going no-contact way earlier.
I feel bad because it put some other extended family in a bad, inconvenient spot. However, that's also ignoring the fact that he chose to do all of this the way that he did. He pawned all this weight and responsibility onto me as if I don't have serious issues of my own to figure out, things that I want to do or work on achieving. He doesn't respect that. He never has asked.
I'm not sure my dad knows a single deep, meaningful thing about me. And I wouldn't be surprised. My dad talks at you, makes you a captive audience however he can, makes every conversation about himself unless it's him criticizing you or something you are doing.
It has been so embarrassing going anywhere with him my entire life. Watching other people trying to be polite while seeking to escape having an unskippable cutscene with him. Feeling like I need to apologize for him, smooth things over, or otherwise compensate for his behavior and attitude whenever we go out to eat or anywhere else in public.
It has been so exhausting having him project all of his stress onto me. Either talking bad about my mom or complaining to me about her instead of handling it like an adult, like a father. Constantly bitching about his neighbors when HE is often the one at fault or making a big deal out of nothing. And you know what, even if his neighbors do suck, it's just simply not pleasant to be subjected to the same fucking complaints, the same old stories every time I reluctantly, begrudgingly go over to his house.
So I guess I just finally had enough. He won't change. I held nothing back and told him how I really feel. And I had to do it over text because he would otherwise interrupt, raise his voice to talk over me, or it would just lead to an argument that accomplishes nothing.
I told him a lot of the stuff in this thread. I told him I never want to see or talk to him again. I told him all the ways that he is the problem and refuses to see it. I told him he needs a therapist. I told him he never treats me like a son. I just told him off.
It makes me sad because this isn't the father I wanted, and I also can't fix this. There's only so much I can do. I have to be fair to myself, and I have often been guilt tripped ever since I was a child for trying to stand up for myself. So I am left with no other choice but to just fuck him over by running away and leaving him high and dry when he has all of his shit packed up and ready to move.
I told him he can figure out something with his family, or he could get a moving company (he can afford it if he can afford a 350k house, two Rolexes, 100k in cars and everything else). This dude is the quintessential penny pinching boomer, and can't comprehend how his reluctance to JUST SOMETIMES pay for extra help can reduce your stress, lower the blood pressure.
He doesn't understand he gets what he pays for. I know things are expensive, often too expensive. But if you try to get cheap, you're going to get cheap. I have seen it happen over and over again when he was hiring contractors to help him renovate his house for the past year in preparation of selling it.
Anyway I'm just rambling and completely lost the plot. I feel guilty, and this guilt has been weaponized against me my whole life. I am trying to work through whether what I've done, and the things I said in those final text messages make me a bad person, a bad son, or if this is all valid.
I'm ~25. I'm so, so fucking done managing his emotions like I did as a kid so he would leave me alone. I'm tired of his high-strung type-A Chernobyl-bloodpressure personality, exploding over the littlest things and triggering the trauma from YEARS of living in a small apartment and listening to my parents yelling at each other like children over the dumbest shit.
I don't have time or patience for this anymore. He can call me selfish all he wants, I am numb to the hypocrisy. I have suffered enough--much of it against my will and inescapable in my youth. I know what I have had to endure, I know my experience better than anyone, and if certain people in my family think of me differently because of what I have done a few days ago, so be it.
I just do not want to grow up to be like him. I never truly understood the terror of becoming a parent you despise until now.
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