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Help me see the forest through the trees.
I've been trying to be a bigger part of my family's lives but the more I talk to my dad and try to connect with him, the less and less I like him as a person. It makes it hard to be close and actively love him, which I'm trying to do. I will also go on the record and say that I love my dad, but my feelings are conflicted and I'm talking about my issues, so please do not misunderstand my frustration for hatred or cruelty.
Preface: he's a 57-year-old conservative Christian from an awfully dysfunctional family, and has never changed his opinion on anything in the 27 years I've known him.
We can't talk about anything important, like religion, spirituality, politics, or anything deep or revealing because all we do is disagree. Mix in some old-timey conservatism, stubborn literal Christianity, a patronizing attitude that assumes I simply don't know enough about the world, and you've got a recipe for resentment and irritability. On the whole, we have nothing to say to each other. There is literally nothing to talk about, and he's a stoic man who doesn't open up, so there's not a whole lot of common ground. He doesn't get my sense of humor, his jokes are lame dad-jokes, and he's self-loathing and chronically melancholy (though he can't admit any of these things to himself, nor is he at all emotionally honest).
Now, let me be clear, *I* never bring up any of these hot-button topics. Instead, he can't stop himself from bringing them up as passive-aggressive statements that I have to ignore because otherwise it'll start a disagreement. For example, I was talking about my job (I take calls helping people to enroll in the Health Insurance Marketplace) and I couldn't even finish my statement about how I was glad to be helping people when he basically told me that I wasn't helping people, and then went into a tirade about liberals and Obama. Then, when I tried to say that I didn't want to talk about it, he said that he "thought it was weak" that I didn't want to continue our conversation.
He's a stoic, quiet man who doesn't reveal much of himself. Also, I'm not a Christian and while I'm in their house I can't be myself because I must be on my best behavior. There's no drinking, no swearing, no inappropriate joking, no biting sarcasm, no brutal honesty... and guys, that's pretty much me in a nutshell. Instead, I am a watered down version of myself tailored to fit what is acceptable in the household.
The thought of having to listen to another sermon this Christmas is making me physically ill. I'm stressed out.
We have much in common -- certain tastes in music, a tendency to stand on principle, and stubbornness to name a few, and he IS a good guy, but we do not see eye to eye on anything, and I'm sick of being the only one who has to make any changes. I'm sick of being the bigger person. I'm sick of not saying what I want to say. I'm sick of being the only person trying to heal the relationship. I'm sick of him.
What the fuck do I do? I can't see the forest through the trees. I don't want to give up, but I don't really want him as a primary part of my life (but that stresses my mom out, so I have to).
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