Dear Prudence,
I’m 28 years old, and I am mad because my Dad didn’t get me what I wanted for my birthday. It’s slightly more complicated than that, I guess, but sometimes it doesn’t feel that way.
When I was a child, everyone thought my brothers and I were children of divorce because they never saw our dad at events or meetings or just out with us. In fact, my parents were still married, but my Dad was at work. He worked overtime, he stayed late, and he came in on his days off … because that’s what he believed a man did. It sucked that he didn’t spend that time with us, but we knew that our Dad was never going to change. So we accepted it.
Then a few years ago … he changed. He and Mom adopted my two cousins (5 and 8) after they were orphaned and now, in his fifties, my Dad is Mr. Family First. He never misses a play or a sporting event, he makes time for them, and he freely spends his money on them. I don’t resent the kids—I know they’d give it up to have their parents back—but I am mad at my Dad. Somehow, it was easier to take when I assumed that the workaholic was just who he was, and now I know he could have been someone else. Plus, my brothers and I are still on the back burner … just instead of it being his job (which we could, at least, resent) it is two grieving kids. Engagement party? Oops, promised to take the kids to a friend’s party that night. My wedding? Turned up, but had to leave early because they wanted to take the kids to a local attraction.
I know I am old enough and ugly enough that I should be able to shrug this off—and not resent two orphaned family members like some Lemony Snicket villain—but I can’t. I feel angry that Dad apparently does want to be a present father, just not to us. I am mad that now Mom, the one parent who did show up for us, doesn’t anymore. And I hate myself for being so petty and needy when I am a grown woman who might be having kids of her own soon (and will I get annoyed my husband spends time with them?). I guess it just feels unfair, but also that I am the one being unfair for not being happy about it all. How do I put these feelings to bed and behave like a reasonable person and not a cartoon bad guy?
— Cats in the Cradle