When I was younger me and my sister lived with our Dad, back then this wasn’t a common arrangement-but it worked for us. He was an amazing Dad, he worked 7 days a week, whilst our Nan looked after us, just to keep a roof over our heads.
Me and my Dad were really close, I could tell him anything. I looked up to him like any little girl would, he really was my superhero. As I grew up things stayed the same, I loved my Dad more than anything in the world. We would talk about boys, school and general teenage life but this all changed when I turned 18…I fell pregnant.
I don’t think I actually told him, even though I confined in him about everything, my Mum did. Things were tense for the first 3 months of my pregnancy but I thought he was getting used to the idea. This was until we had an awful row and he made me move out. I remember that day so vividly, it is probably one of the worst days I have ever had. Luckily my partner’s parents let me move in with them. (Just writing this brings back all those awful memories and tears)
We stopped talking for 7 months, he tried to visit the hospital after I had Gracie but I told him he wasn’t welcome. I don’t know what hurt the most not talking for 7 months or telling my Dad I didn’t want to see him.
When Gracie was 2 weeks old we finally spoke, it was tense but at least we could be civil.
Fast forward to now, 7 years and 2 more children things have only just started to improve. Our relationship is a funny thing, he’s quite quiet with me but I feel how I used to-loved.
This has only began to happen within the last month, he has been helping me with our front and back garden. He loves gardening so I think that passion helped break down the barriers we both had put up.
I think we are on the straight and narrow, fingers crossed we hit any more bumps in the road.
Have you ever experienced a falling out with a family member?
What did you do to amend it?
Lots of love,