I’m a college student, and have a dad who is charitable to the entire world but can’t spend a night home with his own family.
I’ve literally spent 2 hours alone with my parents this entire year. That’s the standard for my family. I can count the number of family days or family nights we’ve had in my life.
I like that my dad is charitable and helps people, that’s cool.
But, it sucks that we don’t know each other at all and that he can’t see that it’s unfair to try to be like a parent to everyone but his own kid.
Tonight was yet another night like that. I’m visiting them 3 days-- I get to see them a few times a year now tops with college in another state. Even growing up we hardly ever spent any fine time together at all living int he same house.
We’re sitting in the living room having a family night-- it’s my birthday, and it’s my last night here before I have to fly back to the state I live in.
My dad goes and works out with his friend, shortening our planned family night, then comes home mid-evening. We try for family night then.
We sit maybe 20 minutes as a family before his friend calls saying she’s having a fight with her teen son- he tells her to come over.
Family night… done. Over.
It’s my last night here, and it’s my birthday.
It’s one of a few short visits a year that I get to see my family.
I sympathize with the mom friend fighting with her teen that he agreed to talk to.
But, it’s this non-stop. Any minor problem a friend has trumps family time every single time, year after year.
We never get family time. 3 hours of family time per year is more than we usually get.
Last night we had planned a family night, but he invited his friends over to try to help them with their credit scores. He didn’t spend time with his wife. That’s routine too- he isn’t there for his wife for holidays like that. He buys her flowers and a card now which is great- but he puts any minor trivial need of his friends before the emotional needs of his own family.
Yesterday afternoon he invited a bunch of people over so they wouldn’t be alone on Valentine’s.
I like that he helps people, don’t get me wrong.
But, when I’ve literally spent less than 3 hours together alone with my family in a year-- that’s sad.
He doesn’t know me at all, never has-- he’s never tried to. Ever.
He does charity for everyone he knows.
That’s great-- but family are people too, and the father-figure he’s trying to be for his friends is what he’s denying his own family.
If someone needs help with their credit score, moving their stuff, letting out their dog, breaking up with their girlfriend, whatever… anytime, anyone… he’s willing to spend quality time with them whenever, whenever… and he lets it always interrupt attempts at family time… every single time.
Having his friends over during what was supposed to be a family night yesterday to help them with their credit score is not an emergency. That could have waited a day until I have to fly back. I don’t get to see my family again until Thanksgiving.
I expressed how I felt earlier today, wanting to spend family time. Yet again tonight he let some random phone call of a friend he barely knows cancel our family night.
He’ll do anything for his friends anytime-- listen to them endlessly about their minor life worries like grades. But he can’t spend an hour of quality time getting to know his own kid.
On Valentine’s day he didn’t spend time with his wife, instead he invited his young friends over to help them with their credit scores.
He believes it’s his duty to help people, a religious duty. That’s cool, but why would the needs of everyone on the planet come before your own family every time?
Why is it ok to be a father-figure and comfort the emotional needs of every friend you have every single time they’re even slightly upset or disappointed in life be more important than ever spending time with your own family?
I like charity, and I like helping friends. But that shouldn’t mean a family doesn’t know each other at all because they help everyone else other than their own family.
My mom understands the situation and realizes my dad doesn’t understand family time.
Naturally, I’m hurt.
My dad has never tried to get to know me, and has never tried to spend quality time with this family- a few short childhood vacations aside.
He likes to help everyone else, and treats all his young friends like they’re his kid. He’s never spent quality time with me like he has with his friends trying to get to know me.
I was a perfect ideal child- good grades, I volunteer tons, I have good extracurriculars, gave him “best dad tshirts” every father’s day-- even though he was never ever a father to me and never spent quality family time with his own family, go to a top tier school and paid for it 100% by myself, I didn’t drink or smoke or do any teen rebellion stuff.
What would you do if you were me and had a dad who never had acted like a dad to his own kid- but was nice and charitable to everyone else he meets?
Yes, I feel quite like an orphan.
I don’t want to have kids and him not be a grandfather to his kids like he wasn’t a father to me.
I missed out on having a father and still miss out on having a father— I don’t want my own kids to miss out on having a grandfather.
How do I fix it?
Should I just accept not having a father figure, and choose to marry a spouse of my own who will make me/my kids a priority?
Long vent, but… it sucks.
But I might just start playing that every time I visit him.