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A while back I’d posted under “Family Finances” about my family troubles, about how one Sunday after my engagement my dad somehow thought I didn’t want him to walk me down the aisle, and then he told me to get my own phone, health insurance, pay up my car, etc.
I appreciated all of your guys’ advice. I’m staying strong, as friends on here and at work/home/school have all told me to. But I’m having a bit of a hard time right now.
Here’s the update. I wrote my parents a long letter (10 1/2 pages), as some of you have suggested. My mom was wanting to know my side, my point of view in the whole debacle. I had been careful in what I said to my folks, especially my dad. I would stragetically not say things that I knew about, in order to keep the peace. Like how I accidentally saw a bank statement detailing that he had over 40,000 dollars in loans that, when I told my mom about how I accidentally saw it, she said it was to cover the month to month shortfall in budgeting. I told Dad that. I told him what I knew about his finances…stuff I learned by deduction, slipups my parents would say, what my mom outright told me, etc.
I told him I opened my own bank acct separate from my joint one with him because of what little I knew about his finances, that he had over 100,000 dollars in debt (mom told me that one) and I knew that the bank will take my money since it’s both our names on my old account, if Dad ever happened to go bankrupt or something. I just wanted a place where I can in an emergency transfer all my money over to the other bank account. So if he ever defaulted on a loan, I won’t be up a creek.
I told him why I became more distant, because he mentioned in one email about how I started becoming more distant starting in late highschool years. So I told him the truth. Basically, he scared me. I was keeping my distance in order to keep from upsetting him and setting off a major mood swing. I was walking on egg shells. I’m still trying to get over my fear of older men–I thought all fathers were like my dad. I told him that I was scared of my fiance’s dad, my bff’s dad, and nearly all other friends’ fathers I might meet.
I reminded him that starting in my junior year I was taking many classes and being active in the homeschooling community, and how I was working two jobs my senior year, as well as planning graduation and college and stuff. I was just plain ol’ busy, so of course I wasn’t home as often.
I told him that his mood swings contributed to my migraines and other stress-related illnesses, like the persistent bronchial cough that mimicked asthma I had last winter. The doctors for my migraine and that illness, and a few other smaller ones, have cautioned me, because they knew it was stress related.
I recounted the whole story that caused this whole blowup in the first place, too, quoting from all the correspondence I got from Dad and Mom. I said about those times he asked me “Do you hate me?” and I wouldn’t respond–he was in a mood when he would ask me that, so any answer I gave him would be used against me. So I would sidestep the question.
I closed with how, yes, I do love him, I just don’t like his mood swings. (I also mentioned how I almost wondered if he was bipolar, because he would go out and buy a bunch of stuff we don’t need after he blew up against us, or after he felt low.) I emailed it on Thursday.
And then I got a letter back from him on Saturday morning. After reading it, I had to ask my boss if I could go home early, because I couldn’t trust myself to stop from crying.
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I appreciated all of your guys’ advice. I’m staying strong, as friends on here and at work/home/school have all told me to. But I’m having a bit of a hard time right now.
Here’s the update. I wrote my parents a long letter (10 1/2 pages), as some of you have suggested. My mom was wanting to know my side, my point of view in the whole debacle. I had been careful in what I said to my folks, especially my dad. I would stragetically not say things that I knew about, in order to keep the peace. Like how I accidentally saw a bank statement detailing that he had over 40,000 dollars in loans that, when I told my mom about how I accidentally saw it, she said it was to cover the month to month shortfall in budgeting. I told Dad that. I told him what I knew about his finances…stuff I learned by deduction, slipups my parents would say, what my mom outright told me, etc.
I told him I opened my own bank acct separate from my joint one with him because of what little I knew about his finances, that he had over 100,000 dollars in debt (mom told me that one) and I knew that the bank will take my money since it’s both our names on my old account, if Dad ever happened to go bankrupt or something. I just wanted a place where I can in an emergency transfer all my money over to the other bank account. So if he ever defaulted on a loan, I won’t be up a creek.
I told him why I became more distant, because he mentioned in one email about how I started becoming more distant starting in late highschool years. So I told him the truth. Basically, he scared me. I was keeping my distance in order to keep from upsetting him and setting off a major mood swing. I was walking on egg shells. I’m still trying to get over my fear of older men–I thought all fathers were like my dad. I told him that I was scared of my fiance’s dad, my bff’s dad, and nearly all other friends’ fathers I might meet.
I reminded him that starting in my junior year I was taking many classes and being active in the homeschooling community, and how I was working two jobs my senior year, as well as planning graduation and college and stuff. I was just plain ol’ busy, so of course I wasn’t home as often.
I told him that his mood swings contributed to my migraines and other stress-related illnesses, like the persistent bronchial cough that mimicked asthma I had last winter. The doctors for my migraine and that illness, and a few other smaller ones, have cautioned me, because they knew it was stress related.
I recounted the whole story that caused this whole blowup in the first place, too, quoting from all the correspondence I got from Dad and Mom. I said about those times he asked me “Do you hate me?” and I wouldn’t respond–he was in a mood when he would ask me that, so any answer I gave him would be used against me. So I would sidestep the question.
I closed with how, yes, I do love him, I just don’t like his mood swings. (I also mentioned how I almost wondered if he was bipolar, because he would go out and buy a bunch of stuff we don’t need after he blew up against us, or after he felt low.) I emailed it on Thursday.
And then I got a letter back from him on Saturday morning. After reading it, I had to ask my boss if I could go home early, because I couldn’t trust myself to stop from crying.
[post to be continued for easier reading]