My daughter is moving to her first student flat on Sunday. She’s going into third year at university and is moving into a flat with her boyfriend. We are very close and I am really going to miss having her around every day.
She and my husband have had a rocky relationship over the years. Like me, she has a very dry sense of humour and can be sarcastic. My husband takes it from me, like a bit of banter, but he will not take it from my daughter. She is nearly 20 years old and he treats her like a 10 year old. If she is genuinely cheeky, I do admonish her. But, this last few months, she’s began to say to me that she doesn’t think he likes her and he isn’t going to miss her when she moves out. When I tell him this, he actually scoffs at it and claims it all to be emotional blackmail. His own damn pride and arrogance is more important to him than maintaining a good relationship with his grown-up daughter. His dad did and still does the same to him. I have sat with him for many hours over the years, sympathising with how it was for him...over and over. I tell him he can be a different father and not be like his dad. He agrees, but it’s like he is programmed to only be this way. When I challenge him, he denies it and claims that everyone is against him.
I’m exhausted. I’ve had a difficult week, trying very hard not to sink into depression and my usual anxiety about my big girl moving out. And now it is past midnight and I really want to go to my bed, but I can’t bear to be anywhere near him. I hate him. I really hate him. He knew how hard I’m taking my daughter moving out (though I must stress, I think she needs to spread her wings and this will be an exciting time in her life, so I would never stop her). But he deliberately started a petty argument with her tonight, upset her terribly and then refused to apologise to her. She had the bravery and decency to apologise for her part in the argument and he gave her some lame reply. She’s devastated and has gone to bed. He’s mooching about in our room and I’m stuck downstairs feeling like I want to pack a bag and run away.
I just needed to talk to someone. X