Odd relationship with father.
I really don't want to waste everyone's time so I'll try and keep this concise.
I respect, but deplore my father. I respect him, or I should say I feel obligated to respect him, because he did provide for me for most of my life. I slept in his house, ate his food, and took martial arts lessons on his dime.
But at the same time I deplore him. I can't remember one memory of him that wasn't marked with sadness, freight, or unease. He's very emotionally unstable - he would get pissed off over the smallest things all the time. He didn't beat me, but he did hit me. Looking back I'm confused because it was always over stupid things. For an example, I wanted to stop participating in this certain style of fighting because well, it was really damn hard and I was getting my kicked. When I told him this (really had to sum up the courage), he slapped me in the face and made fun of me for crying. He apologized later that day (as he always did), and let me stop fighting for about a month before he talked me into it again.
That cycle of abuse, apology, and then failure to actually change anything occurred all the time. He would get pissed off over nothing, lash out, apologize for it later that day, and then continue the behavior he apologized for.
It's bad enough that out of my five half-siblings (all products of my parents previous marriages), all five lived with him for some time and all five couldn't stand it and moved away. I was the only one that was never given an option.
I'm twenty one now and I've noticed that I just never feel comfortable going back home, especially when I'm around him. My old speech issues (stutter / stammer) get worse when I'm around him. I've considered that I'm an adult and I can just cut him out of my life now, but I would feel really guilty if I did that. Not only would it tear him apart (which I would feel guilty about), but it would also put the rest of my family into a lot of distress. Even though he's an , I do believe he genuinely cares about me.
I'm not even sure what I want out of all this. But I know I'm unhappy and it's been on my mind a lot since I moved out (it didn't seem quite so odd when I was living with him - I assumed a lot of parents acted this way). I've finally come to terms with the fact that his parenting has somehow affected me.
I thank anyone who has taken the time to read this far. If you have any words that you think might help me make sense of the situation, I would appreciate hearing them.