Some of you may remember that I whined about my dad making a hurtful comment to me while my DH was hospitalized.
Basically my dad said "Poor Keith! All his medical problems and he's stuck with a wife that falls apart (emotionally) all the time". Those aren't his exact words, but you get the drift. His comment bothered me all week. I thought about writing him a letter to tell him how I felt, but knew I would be accused of being "just like your mother". My mom had a habit of writing letters to people when she was upset about something or with them.
This was so hurtful to me and yet another painful zinger that I'm used to getting from my dad (& biological family in general), but something I've always just taken.
So my dad called to check on Keith yesterday and after Keith talked to him (and told him how much help I was while he's been sick), he put me on the phone.
I told dad that I was hurt by what he said. I also told him I was sick and tired of being judged on how I behaved 20+ years ago, when I was falling apart from trying to raise two kids with an alcoholic, drug addicted husband. I made it clear to dad that during Keith's illness I was the one overseeing his medical care, taking care of my house and animals and handling all the other BS.
I left him speechless and I am very proud of myself.
Basically my dad said "Poor Keith! All his medical problems and he's stuck with a wife that falls apart (emotionally) all the time". Those aren't his exact words, but you get the drift. His comment bothered me all week. I thought about writing him a letter to tell him how I felt, but knew I would be accused of being "just like your mother". My mom had a habit of writing letters to people when she was upset about something or with them.
This was so hurtful to me and yet another painful zinger that I'm used to getting from my dad (& biological family in general), but something I've always just taken.
So my dad called to check on Keith yesterday and after Keith talked to him (and told him how much help I was while he's been sick), he put me on the phone.
I told dad that I was hurt by what he said. I also told him I was sick and tired of being judged on how I behaved 20+ years ago, when I was falling apart from trying to raise two kids with an alcoholic, drug addicted husband. I made it clear to dad that during Keith's illness I was the one overseeing his medical care, taking care of my house and animals and handling all the other BS.
I left him speechless and I am very proud of myself.
