Call Me Daddy
Let me preface this by saying that my relationship with my parents is terrible. However, due to….current global events…I have been forced to return to my parents’ house. I thought I had finally gotten free, and was prepping myself to finally cut them off for good…but no. In one phone call, they informed me that if I went anywhere else but their house, I would be cut off for good.
There were threats of pulling me off of their insurance, and as I have to take daily prescribed medication covered by that insurance, I cannot afford to be off of it until I have a job that also offers insurance. My father has always had severe anger issues, but being trapped in the house with him has been a true nightmare. He will not leave me alone. He is constantly insulting me and staring at me.
All the time. Today, things hit a new low. He was stressed about work and started yelling my name (loudly) while I tried to read a book. He then came and found me and was standing in the doorway. Finally, I put my book down and asked him what he wanted. He flew into a rage and started repeating that he was my “daddy” and needed to be called such.
Yelling in my face that he was my “daddy” and that I, a 22-year-old woman who NEVER called him daddy, even as a child, had to call him that from now on. He wouldn’t leave, not when I asked him why he was doing this, or what he wanted. He just kept yelling, “CALL ME DADDY!” and to my everlasting shame I did. I called him daddy, and he left me alone.