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SamTheNewfie
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My father just died due to complications from alcohol abuse. I hadn’t spoken to him in several years. Here goes the back story: My mother left him when I was very young due to his infidelities, substance abuse, and inability to keep a job. I liked him alright on visitations, but I hated staying with him for long. Everything really went sour when he tried to take custody by spreading lies about my mom’s family. I didn’t speak to him throughout my teenage years. I eventually started making contact with him, but I never really felt comfortable around him. He’d say the weirdest things and call me by his girlfriend’s daughter’s name. The last straw was when he told me he was “getting fixed” and leaving his gf so he didn’t have to worry about being saddled with another child. I just couldn’t handle being around him any longer. He made me feel very uncomfortable.
Flash forward to recently, and he’s calling my mother and I extremely intoxicated. When I call his parents to inform them they blame me for his drinking, saying if I had stayed in his life he would have a reason to stay away from the bottle. I hang up, and then my step-father calls them to say how hurtful and wrong what they did to me was. They convince my mother and me to call him to plead for him to stop drinking. It ultimately doesn’t work, and I get a call from the cops that he has died a few weeks later.
Now, his family has gone ballistic. Several defriended me on Facebook, and when I call to say how hurtful it is, they lay into me on how I was a horrible daughter and should feel far worse than I seem. It hit the fan last night when my paternal grandmother starts rambling that my family are horrible people. She claimed my dad lost custody because we were secretly related to the judge, that my maternal grandfather(who is extremely moral and ethical) helped my mother cheat through college, and that I told people my dad molested me when I was 13 to avoid his control(total lie).
I toss and turn all night angry I didn’t stick up for my family better. I call her the next morning after not sleeping a wink and call her an enabler who is pushing responsibility on everyone but herself. I then say that my maternal grandparents raised wonderful upstanding citizens who went to the best schools in the country, were faithful to their spouses, never abused substances, and raised great children themselves. She then goes utterly crazy saying that I’m unhuman, that my grandfather his helping me cheat in college, that my mother had a baby with another man during the marriage(false), that my maternal uncle is an alcoholic(not true- he’s an athletic director at an ivy league school), and that I said I “lie, cheat, and steal to get what I want.” She then says I’m a “vulgar girl” and that no man will ever want to touch me. I hang up
She’s been on SSRI’s in the past. I think she might be mentally ill. Her family creeps me out. Some people say I should get a restraining order. I’m so lost. What responsibility do I have to these people?
Flash forward to recently, and he’s calling my mother and I extremely intoxicated. When I call his parents to inform them they blame me for his drinking, saying if I had stayed in his life he would have a reason to stay away from the bottle. I hang up, and then my step-father calls them to say how hurtful and wrong what they did to me was. They convince my mother and me to call him to plead for him to stop drinking. It ultimately doesn’t work, and I get a call from the cops that he has died a few weeks later.
Now, his family has gone ballistic. Several defriended me on Facebook, and when I call to say how hurtful it is, they lay into me on how I was a horrible daughter and should feel far worse than I seem. It hit the fan last night when my paternal grandmother starts rambling that my family are horrible people. She claimed my dad lost custody because we were secretly related to the judge, that my maternal grandfather(who is extremely moral and ethical) helped my mother cheat through college, and that I told people my dad molested me when I was 13 to avoid his control(total lie).
I toss and turn all night angry I didn’t stick up for my family better. I call her the next morning after not sleeping a wink and call her an enabler who is pushing responsibility on everyone but herself. I then say that my maternal grandparents raised wonderful upstanding citizens who went to the best schools in the country, were faithful to their spouses, never abused substances, and raised great children themselves. She then goes utterly crazy saying that I’m unhuman, that my grandfather his helping me cheat in college, that my mother had a baby with another man during the marriage(false), that my maternal uncle is an alcoholic(not true- he’s an athletic director at an ivy league school), and that I said I “lie, cheat, and steal to get what I want.” She then says I’m a “vulgar girl” and that no man will ever want to touch me. I hang up
She’s been on SSRI’s in the past. I think she might be mentally ill. Her family creeps me out. Some people say I should get a restraining order. I’m so lost. What responsibility do I have to these people?
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