My Mom Didn’t Want Me to Meet My Dad — One Unexpected Call Changed Everything

Following their divorce, my mother made every effort to keep me from seeing my father. However, everything changed after my dad deceived me over the phone.

My mother screamed, “I never want to see you again!” as my father climbed into the car and drove away from our house. My earliest memory was of that. After a major argument with my mother, my father departed when I was two years old.

After their divorce, I didn’t see him for a long time. Growing up, I came to understand that my mother was keeping me from seeing my father. “I’d like to go see Dad. Please! When I was ten years old, I begged.

“No! You are unable to visit him. She answered, “He doesn’t want to see you because he’s busy with his new family.”

“I am aware that’s untrue! You are deceiving me! He wants to see me after our phone conversation! I begged her to see my father while I sobbed.

Do not respond to me, Alexandra! Mom remarked, “Your father abandoned us and isn’t worthy of being in a relationship with you right now.” I was still a youngster, but I felt that was unfair.

We spoke on the phone all the time, but I really wanted to spend time with my dad, and I knew he felt the same way. But Mom knew how to obtain what she wanted.

She called the police on me when I went to meet him alone as a teenager. They drove me back home after picking me up before I could get to his place.

“I’ll tell you that your father abducted you and that he will go to jail where he belongs the next time you try to disobey me!” When the police departed, she yelled at me.

At the time, I believed she was acting in my best interests, but as I became older, I saw it as blatant selfishness on her behalf. I didn’t want to do anything or spend time with her. At school, I also began to resist. She caused a great rift between us, and I stopped caring.

“Alexandra, would you like to accompany me shopping?” One day, she asked me. By the time I was seventeen, I had come to despise her.

“Nope,” I replied.

“What about the films?”

“Nope.”

“What’s stopping you from doing anything with me?” She complained.

“Really? Is that the question you’re asking me? “You understand why I treat you this way,” I remarked, sounding bored.

“I haven’t done you any harm! You are so unappreciative of everything I have given up for you! Mom shouted again.

Yes, all right. “Please close the door,” I continued.

I was immune to her outbursts and the ways she took use of herself to get away with things by that point. After turning 18, I moved out and never looked back.

However, it wasn’t much simpler to see my dad. I had to attend school and work two jobs. By that time, his second wife had recently given birth to twins, and he was also preoccupied with his job. We postponed it because neither of us had the time.

On a Saturday afternoon, I went to his house to meet his wife. We chatted for a time after they showed me the twins. However, I didn’t want to do it again because it felt so uncomfortable. Perhaps my bond with him had been destroyed by my mother.

Once a week, we had a lengthy phone conversation. I told him about my life and enquired about the twins. Although it wasn’t perfect, it served our needs. This was how the years passed. My mother wasn’t mentioned to me till I was 29 years old.

“Hey, Alexandra,” she said hesitantly over the phone.

“Oh, hey, Mom,” I said, perplexed by her call.

“It’s been a while since we spoke. How are you? She enquired.

“I’m all right. What about you? I answered. After a few minutes of awkward chitchat, she came right to the point.

“Hey, honey, pay attention. My hope was that we could try to patch things up. What does that sound like? Mom pondered.

“I’m not sure. Will you say you’re sorry for everything? I shot back.

“I…I still don’t believe I made a mistake. I was attempting to keep you safe from harm, just as I had been when you were a child. However, I recognise that you felt differently,” she clarified.

“You’re not saying you’re sorry?” I went on, fed up with this discussion. She would never own up to her mistakes, and I didn’t have time for that.

“Alexandra! Your mommy is me. It’s been years since we spoke! You’re quite self-centred! She raised her voice and sobbed.

I said, “Okay, good-bye,” and hung up. I ignored her when she attempted to call me back. Until she expressed regret, I refused to allow her back into my life.

After another year, I got an odd call from my father. He never made a call when he was at work. “Alexandra! There is an urgent situation! Would you be able to visit me? Dad stated on the phone in a hurry.

“What? Dad? What is happening? Worried, I asked.

“I forwarded an address to you. Hurry up! He told me, “This is life or death!” and hung up.

I hurried to my car, went to my boss, and took a day off from work. However, the address my father gave me led me directly to a theme park near his home.

“Hey, honey!” When I met him at the front gate, he grinned.

“Dad! Why have we come here? What is the emergency? Confused, I asked.

The problem is that you and I were never able to partake in all of the enjoyable activities that fathers and daughters have done throughout the years. I don’t want to waste any more time as we have postponed developing a genuine relationship. Let’s go enjoy ourselves! Dad clarified.

“Are you able to ride the rides? I hesitantly added, “I know you’ve had some health issues lately.”

“I’m in excellent shape. “Come on!” he said.

We spoke about everything while we were at the park all day. For the first time in my life, I felt like a kid, and it was amazing.

I also talked to him about how difficult it was for me to visit him because of my issues with Mom. “Your mother is complex and arrogant. She isn’t bad, though. She couldn’t handle the fact that we didn’t work out,” he began.

I said to him, “Yeah, I wish I could have lived with you.”

“Well, I spent many years trying to figure things out and was really lost. It’s possible that we despised one another. But now that we’re together, I believe you should make amends with her. “Life is too short to harbour resentment,” he declared.

We had dinner after that fantastic day at the park. I contacted Mom as soon as I got home and told her how I felt about my dad. How our day had been enjoyable and how she had harmed me by preventing me from spending time with him at the moment. For the first time, she broke down in tears and apologised to me. She seemed to get it, and we began communicating more frequently.

In the meantime, I enjoyed watching my twin half-siblings and became closer to my father. For a fun day, we even took kids to the amusement park.

I was able to get the childhood I had always desired.

What does this narrative teach us?

Divorce occurs between couples, not between parents and children. Despite wanting a relationship with their daughter, Alexandra’s mother didn’t comprehend that her father had divorced her.
Life is too brief to harbour resentment. Alexandra’s dad is correct. Forgiveness is sometimes the best course of action. You will have better mental health if you let go of the things that irritate you.
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