I'm sorry to hear that best. Hope your dad does better.
My parents werrr the same as u described. My mom less then my dad. But one would always paint a bad picture about the other.
As soon as me and my brother arrived at his house, he would make us change our cloths. His reason was that he didn't want then to get dirty. My ass. On top of that all the cloths we had there were all garage saleccloths. Half of mine were girls cloths. Keep in mind this guy is rich. But he's a cheap bastard.
I remember going over his house every weekend. It felt like prison. To keep my mind off things I use to go over my friends "alex," house all day to stay away from him. If he wasn't home I would be in the basement trying to build something all day.
I remember one day my brother ran away from him. His friend Dave drove him down to rt 23 highway and from there my mom picked him up. He couldn't stand the way he was being treated anymore. My mom picked him up and drive him home. About 3 hrs later my dad barged into my room. And I was already balling my eyes out. He asked where he was ans I said I don't know. He grounded me for lying, called Dave's parents and she said that he's with his mom. My dad called the police and said that his son was kidnapped by his "f**cking X" and taken away. He explain the court order to them. They said call child services. He di. They went to my mom's house and from there I have no idea what happened. After they went to court I believe.
We were forced to go there every Monday and Thursday and every other weekend. I hated every day of it.
About 6 years ago, we went to court AMD got visitation to I'm allowed to go when I want to. And I can live at either house. So I went to his house, about 3 times the year after. We then went tp counseling where the councillor was complete against me. My dad during the time acted like a charming angel and all loving and all forgiving.... That made me cry and because I was crying t all the sessions she concluded that o dident know what I was doing and felt scared. So I just dident go anymore. And never went to Hia house after. Did everytging I could to ignore him.
And I know that when parents have divorces like this, the child always favors one because of what the other says. My mom every so often said o should see him. Bit I never wanted too.
I can write books and books on what he did. I try to forcefully forget these memories.
For six years, people have asked me about my dad and ask why they never see him. For six years I've said I've don't have a dad.
Yeah, I understand. I really do.
I didn't understand the dynamic of what was happening, so I went to counsellors, read books, and took courses on it.
I had been a good strong father, a bit strict, raised 2 kids who went on to be very successful.
After the divorce, I "became" an azzole??? What is with this?
Divorce is traumatic for kids. The solid foundation beneath their feet is gone.
They long for a secure relationship, and will do anything to hang on to it.
If both parents are fighting, they are forced to pick sides, they will usually move to the more lenient one.
Now the last thing they want to do is break ties with that parent, so they form a bond against a common foe.
The child finds fault in everything the alienated parent does and reports it back to receive reassurance.
Not that the alienated parent is doing everything right. Few of us are experts but the targeted parent is set up for failure.
As a teen, you cannot help but feel the way you do. Too many forces working on you. Not enough maturity to understand.
If you develop normally (and there is a possibility you won't) you will figure it all out and make peace.
You will realize both parents have faults beyond their control, accept them, and look for the good in each of them.
I have been through this with 4 of my children who have matured through it.
Only one more to go. I'll be patient and wait for her to grow up, missing the years with her, but what else can I do?
Ever been on a great vacation?
Long car trip, stuck in the back seat, hot, fighting with your brother?
Lots of rules, lots of waiting? But was it ever fun when you got to the beach!
Life is like that. Cannot be candy all the time. Strong dads make good adults.
Very few of them are experts, but if you make an effort to get to know them, you will find they are the best friend you will ever know.
Even with their faults.
Steve