{"id":108085,"date":"2025-01-17T09:01:17","date_gmt":"2025-01-17T02:01:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/?p=108085"},"modified":"2025-01-17T09:32:30","modified_gmt":"2025-01-17T02:32:30","slug":"my-mom-forbade-me-from-seeing-my-dad-but-everything-changed-after-his-call-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/my-mom-forbade-me-from-seeing-my-dad-but-everything-changed-after-his-call-story-of-the-day\/","title":{"rendered":"My Mom Forbade Me from Seeing My Dad, but Everything Changed after His Call \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"

My mother did everything in her power to prevent me from seeing my father after they divorced. But once my dad tricked me on the phone, and everything changed.
\n\"\"\u201cI don\u2019t want to see you ever again!\u201d my mom yelled as my father got into the car and left our home forever. That was my earliest memory. Dad left when I was two years old after a huge fight with my mother.\n

They got divorced, and I didn\u2019t see him for many years. As I got older, I realized that my mother was preventing me from seeing my father. \u201cI want to visit Dad. Please!\u201d I begged when I was ten years old.\n

\u201cNo! You can\u2019t go see him. He’s busy with his new family and doesn\u2019t want to see you,\u201d she replied.\n

\u201cI know that\u2019s not true! You\u2019re lying to me! I talk to him on the phone, and he wants to see me!\u201d I cried, pleading with her to see my father.\n

\u201cDon\u2019t talk back to me, Alexandra! Your father left us and doesn\u2019t deserve to have a relationship with you now,\u201d Mom said. I thought that was unfair, but I was still just a child.\n

My dad and I kept in constant contact over the phone, but I really wanted to spend time with him, and I knew he wanted the same. However, Mom was an expert at getting her way.\n

As a teenager, I decided to go on my own to see him, and she called the cops on me. They picked me up before I could reach his house and drove me back home.\n

\u201cThe next time you try to disobey me, I will say that your father kidnapped you, and he will go to jail where he belongs!\u201d she screamed at me when the cops left.\n

Back then, I thought she was doing the right thing for me, but as I grew up, I realized that it was pure selfishness on her part. I didn\u2019t want to hang out with her or do anything. I also started rebelling at school. She drove a huge wedge between us, and I didn\u2019t care anymore.\n

\u201cAlexandra, do you want to go shopping with me?\u201d she asked me one day. I was 17 years old and had grown to almost hate her.\n

\u201cNope,\u201d I answered.\n

\u201cHow about the movies?\u201d\n

\u201cNope.\u201d\n

\u201cWhy don\u2019t you want to do anything with me?\u201d she whined.\n

\u201cReally? You\u2019re asking me that question? You know exactly why I treat you this way,\u201d I said in a bored tone.\n

\u201cI have done nothing to you! All the sacrifices I have made for you, and you\u2019re so ungrateful!\u201d Mom yelled once more.\n

\u201cYeah, ok. Close the door, please,\u201d I added.\n

By then, I was immune to her tantrums and how she victimized herself to get away with things. I moved out as soon as I turned 18 and never looked back.\n

But seeing my dad wasn\u2019t any easier. I had to work two jobs and go to school. He was also busy with work, and his second wife had just delivered twins by then. Neither of us had time, so we put it off.\n

I met with him on a Saturday afternoon at his house and met his wife. They showed me the twins, and we talked for a while. But it felt so awkward that I didn\u2019t want to do it again. Maybe my mother had ruined any chance I had at a relationship with him.\n

We talked on the phone for a long time once a week. I asked about the twins and told him about my life. It wasn\u2019t ideal, but it worked for us. Years went by this way. I didn\u2019t hear of my mother until I was 29 years old.\n

\u201cHey, Alexandra,\u201d she spoke on the phone tentatively.\n

\u201cOh, hey, Mom,\u201d I answered, confused with her call.\n

\u201cWe haven\u2019t talked in a long time. How are you?\u201d she asked.\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine. How about you?\u201d I replied. We chitchatted awkwardly for a few minutes, and then she got to the point.\n

\u201cListen, honey. I was hoping that we could work on mending our relationship. How does that sound?\u201d Mom wondered.\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know. Are you going to apologize for everything?\u201d I retorted.\n

\u201cI\u2026I still don\u2019t think I did anything wrong. I was trying to protect you from being hurt like I was when you were little. But I understand that you felt differently,\u201d she explained.\n

\u201cSo, you\u2019re not apologizing?\u201d I continued, tired of this conversation. She was never going to acknowledge her wrongs, and I had no time for that.\n

\u201cAlexandra! I\u2019m your mother. You haven\u2019t talked to me in years! You\u2019re so selfish!\u201d she wailed, raising her voice.\n

\u201cOk, goodbye,\u201d I said and hung up the phone. She tried calling me back, but I ignored her. I would not let her back into my life until she apologized.\n

Another year went by, and I received a strange call from my dad. He never called during working hours. \u201cAlexandra! This is an emergency! Can you come to see me?\u201d Dad said urgently through the phone.\n

\u201cWhat? Dad? What\u2019s going on?\u201d I asked, worried.\n

\u201cI sent you an address. Come quickly! This is a matter of life or death!\u201d he told me and hung up.\n

I went to my boss, took a day off work, and ran to my car. But the address Dad gave me took me right to an amusement park close to his house.\n

\u201cHey, honey!\u201d he smiled when I met him at the front gate.\n

\u201cDad! Why are we here? What\u2019s the emergency?\u201d I asked, confused.\n

\u201cThe emergency is that you and I never got to do all the fun things father and daughters do over the years. We have put off building a real relationship, and I don\u2019t want to waste any more time. Let\u2019s go have fun!\u201d Dad explained.\n

\u201cCan you go on the rides? I know you have had some health problems lately,\u201d I said hesitantly.\n

\u201cI\u2019m fit as a fiddle. Come on!\u201d he urged.\n

We spent the entire day at the park and talked about everything. I felt like a child for the first time in my life, and it was wonderful.\n

I also told him about my problems with Mom and how hard it was when she didn\u2019t let me see him. \u201cYour mother is complicated and full of pride. But she\u2019s not evil. We didn\u2019t work out, and she couldn\u2019t take it,\u201d he started.\n

\u201cYeah, I wished I could\u2019ve lived with you,\u201d I told him.\n

\u201cWell, I was pretty lost for many years trying to figure things out. We might have hated each other. But here we are, and I think you should patch things up with her. Life is too short to hold grudges,\u201d he said.\n

After that marvelous day at the park, we went to dinner. When I got home, I called Mom and told her everything I felt regarding my dad. How she hurt me back then by not letting me spend time with him and how fun our day had been. She cried and apologized to me for the first time. I felt like she understood, and we started talking more often.\n

Meanwhile, I grew closer to my dad and loved babysitting my twin half-siblings. We even took them to the amusement park for a fun day too.\n

I finally had the childhood I always wanted.\n

What can we learn from this story?\n