To say my father and I had a complicated relationship is to sell it painfully short. We had a terrible one.
Those who really loved him might think it was a matter of parent alienation. They may assume that my mother came between us. But the truth is that my father was the one who chronically let me down, dismissed me, and made it clear that he never really loved me right until the end.
He had every opportunity to forge a healthy relationship with me, but he never really tried.
The closest to trying that I ever saw from my dad happened in my school years. Twice during that time, he took my mother to court in an effort to get more visitation with me and my sister.
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On the second occasion, he was granted more visits, including those without supervision. In the past, all visits with my father came with court-ordered supervision because my mother claimed my dad molested my sister (who is five years older than me), and the local children’s hospital substantiated the abuse.
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I'm not sure that this is a real experience. It reads more like a string of other people's narratives (like Alec Baldwin) connected together to create a story intended to produce sympathy.
I sure would like to hear the other side of the story.