.. and I'm really upset about it. Mum died 12 years ago and when dad met his new 'lady friend' last year I was delighted because I hated to think of him being lonely in his old age. (He's 83)
But he's cutting me and my brother out of his life because of her and it's breaking my heart.
He still lives in Yorkshire (between Sheffield and Huddersfield) in a fairly remote village. I'm in Birmingham and don't have a car so I rely on public transport to get around - plus my mobility has been severely affected by my arthritis. To get to dad's we need to get a train to Sheffield (Fine - good service and less than 2 hours) then a local train to the nearest town (less regular service and takes longer than the Brum to Sheffield trek) followed by either a rare bus that takes another hour or a taxi costing about ÂĢ30. During summer we suggested to him that we got the coach/train/anything to Meadowhall and he drove down to meet us and we could spend a few hours together. He refused because 'Joan went last month and won't want to go again so soon'. I wasn't deliberately trying to exclude Joan but on the other hand I'd never mentioned her being part of the plan - i wanted to see my dad!
If I visit him - either alone or with Mr Cat - we can't do the return trip in a day because of the length of time it takes to get there. But if we stay overnight he expects us to sleep on the floor and/or sofa despite having 3 bedrooms, all with beds in. His hobby is restoring cinema organs and both spare bedrooms are packed with the bl**dy things in various stages of repair. My arthritis and Mr Cat's bad back mean that if we sleep on the floor or sofa we're both in pain for days afterwards.
About 3 months ago he told me he'd fallen out with Joan because she was using him and has never mentioned her to me since. It's always difficult to get hold of him on the phone and we'd assumed it was because he was playing one of the organs or hadn't got his hearing aid in and couldn't hear it ringing. I found out last night from my brother that dad is at Joan's every evening and all day at weekends - and has said that if we want to contact him we'll have to ring during the week in the daytime - when we're all at work and only allowed personal calls in an emergency!
Not only that but despite having had a stoke and 3 heart attacks, he's pushing this blasted woman round the supermarket in a wheelchair the size of a tank twice a week and she has told Social Services that she doesn't need her 'home help' any more because she now has a carer - my dad!
Yesterday his brother died and we were trying to get hold of him. Eventually my brother drove 30 miles to the village and found dad at the woman's house, where she went spare with him for daring to knock on her door without being invited to visit.
I don't know how to handle all this - I love my dad, or I loved him as he was but this stupid, lying old fool is a stranger to me.
Last rant - last time I spoke to him he really upset me by referring to Mr Cat as a 'rough diamond'. Diamond he may be, but 'rough'? Never! He's well educated - got a Phd - and holds a management job. He's got a bit of a Brummie accent but for heaven's sake, I've got a Yorkshire one and so has my dad!!!
How the hell do I cope with feeling I've been pushed away like this?