Do I Tell My Dad to Stop Calling? (Broken Family Values)
Sigh!
My phone has been ringing for the past two weeks. Every time I look at the caller ID, no name pops up and I’m forced to decide between answering or letting it go to voicemail. I know who it is but I’m not in the mood to talk—at least not now.
I’m sorry.
Sam.
I’m unavailable at the moment.
Voicemail.
Sam is my father. He called me for my birthday last month but I was out of the country for a week. Since he didn’t know, he kept calling… and calling… and calling…
We spoke when I got back, but I haven’t had any desire to talk to him since. Especially since he read THIS.
I wrote that piece for Essence.com last June for father’s day. In case you missed the memo, Sam and I don’t have the best of relationships and I have no qualms about writing that. In fact, I’ve done so before when I detailed my six childhood memories of him HERE and the time I finally confronted him for not being a part of my life HERE.
In the wake of the latter conversation, I’ve wanted to try to forge some sort of connection with my father, and more importantly his side of the family, but the fact of the matter is that shit is hard. I still harbor a lot of unresolved feelings towards my father and I can only deal with him in spurts.
I’ve made it through the past 33 years without him being there, so trying to fit him in now is a bit hard. I’m a creature of habit and I’ve gotten used to the routine of blocking him out. Letting him in will take some getting used to and definitely more time.
It’s not like my father lives across town, he’s on the other side of the country and phone conversations are typically quite awkward between us. If we’re really going to bridge the gap and deal with our issues I feel like it should be man-to-man. More importantly it should be face-to-face.
As the child (technically) in this scenario, I feel like Sam should be the one to come to me and not the other way around. He left and never came back. I’ve been here the whole time and done my part, so as the parent I feel as if he should be the one to make the commute to see his first born.
When will that happen? God only knows.
I can’t put all the blame on my father, though, he tries. Problem is he often calls at the wrong time. Like I said earlier, I’ve learned to live my life without him so making time for him isn’t a regular part of my day-to-day.
Besides, most times Sam calls he catches me in the middle of something. I’m either out; in the middle of work; hanging out with friends; or sleeping. The last thing I want to do while doing any of the above is get wrapped up in some deep conversation about my daddy issues with the actual person responsible for causing them in the first place.
Maybe it’s selfish, but I’d much rather deal with that on my own terms and when I’m good and ready, not when Sam decides he’s ready to talk. Sorry, I have a life that I’ve been living and I’m not just going to drop everything to jump through hoops for your benefit.
The funny thing is I can write that so easily but every time Sam and I get on the phone the little kid in me comes out and I can’t wait to get off the line. I’ve grown used to resenting him. I’m scared to accept him. Truthfully, I never will.
Not until I’m good and ready.
Maybe that’s just me being stubborn, but I don’t want to deal with this when Sam is ready. Who told him to go scouring the ’Net or however he managed to come across my article about him? What makes him think that I’m obliged to answer the phone every time he calls?
One of the reasons I rarely call him is because he never answers. The few times I’ve made the effort to reach out on all his numbers, I’m always left hanging out to dry and greeted with the voicemail.
Now it’s his turn.
Some might call that petty, but, hey, he started it.
It’s not like I plan on dodging him forever, I just need to get my head together first. Life and work have been hectic in the first few weeks of 2010, so squeezing in time for a heart-to-heart call with the old man hasn’t been easy.
Hopefully, Sam will understand that when I finally reach out or he books a ticket for that face-to-face sit down.
Whichever comes first…?
Do you have a good relationship with your father/mother? If not, what’s the root of your problems? Have they ever tried to mend the relationship? If so, were you open to having that discussion? Why or why not? For the single parents out there, do you ever think about how your child’s relationship, or lack thereof, with the other parent will affect them in the future? What steps are you taking to make sure there’s some sort of relationship there? Do you think that I’m wrong for dodging my father’s calls? Is it the responsibility of the delinquent parent or the child to make the first move to mend the relationship? Is an apology ever enough or does it take more to get over daddy issues?
Speak your piece…



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