After the divorce, my father refused to communicate with me

I loved my dad as a child and have good memories of him. I remember he read books to me, helped me do my homework, and picked me up from kindergarten. I don't remember doing thisMom , although perhaps it’s just my leaky memory. Then, in adolescence, someproblems when we moved in with my grandmother, my mother’s mother.

My father started drinking. Not drunk, of course, but he would go somewhere and get lost. We looked for him, it was unpleasant. He came home from work, sat down in front of the TV on the sofa or with a book in the corner and was silent. Mom didn't talk to him either. She is the kind of person: if something doesn’t suit her, she pouts and remains silent. She was clearly not happy with many things. It was also tense with my grandmother; she was an authoritarian woman. I think it was she who influenced ourrelationship . There is no need to move in with your parents if you live with your family.

My father had golden hands, he often made things and soldered. Moreover, he did this in the toilet, because in other places (in a four-room apartment) he was not allowed to do this. It’s humiliating to solder on test-antibiotic.com toilet. Probably, the end of my relationship with him was influenced by the fact that I did not go to his mother’s funeral. I was 13 years old, I didn’t keep in touch with his relatives, and I didn’t communicate with my father either. I was offended and scared, how would I be there alone? Now I understand that this was not very correct.

At first we met, just walked and chatted. Sometimes I asked himmoney , but very little. We finally stopped communicating after meeting in a cafe. I, like a pubescent fool, wanted to prove to him that I was mature and cool, and asked to buy beer so that we could drink together. As I later found out, he coded himself, stopped drinking, and got married.

Already when I waspregnant , I wanted to call, I found his work phone number and offered to meet. He didn't want to. He said that he hadfamily , adult child and everything is fine. I cried a lot.