I'm not speaking to my Dad. His behaviour of late... shagging a 23-year-old, promising to stop seeing her, and then continuing to do so; manipulating everyone around him and playing people off against each other; clubbing together with my sister to tell me just how shit I am... is absolutely repulsive.
I appreciate that everyone who goes through a divorce will behave like a child, but he isn't even doing that. He's become a nasty, slimy character.
I went to dinner with him last week for my cousin's birthday. She works with him, so there were a number of work-related people there.
Dad spend the whole evening flirting with his friend's 19-year-old daughter, which I pulled him up on, teasingly, when we were alone. The next thing I know, his friend is making lewd comments at me. I really don't want to mix with people who think that this kind of behaviour is ok.
My sister has taken this on as her latest cause. She and Dad have always worked on the "Becca's fucked up; Becca's a constant disappointment; Becca's an embarrassment" principle together.
On Friday night, my Dad was being cagey about who he was with. On Saturday night, he turned up at midnight with my brother's school trunk and just dumped it in my room. I had a bratty outburst (outbursts are very very common in my family) of "Oh I can't wait to move to London and get out of here".
He sent me a text later that night saying how sad he was that he had raised someone so rude and ungrateful. It just drove me so mad that he'd made such a big thing over a stupid little outburst, that I responded saying it made me sad, his behaviour lately.
Basically a text argument ensued and I told him I didn't want to have anything to do with him.
He and my sister have now decided that I'm not speaking to him because I'm "embarrassed" about my behaviour that night. Noone will accept that it's because I'm horrified and upset by the way he's been acting lately.
My sister came into my room tonight to basically tell me that I was a useless waste of space, that my boyfriend was a prick (he's cooled off on being friendly toward her because he's angry with the way she's been treating me), and that Dad was livid with me for not speaking to him over the trunk. Oh my god!
Then she refused to leave my room when I said how I felt: that every conversation we have results in me feeling unhappy; that I wasn't interested in what she had to say.
I just can't bear to be around these people anymore. Everything is so seedy, and I'm made to feel like a leper for simply wanting people to be friendly, and respectful of each other's feelings and space.
There are 23 days left until I leave this house, and all I can do is lie as low as possible until it's over.
