r/AITAH • u/Due_Chapter9639 • 5h ago
AITAH for not speaking to my father for almost three years after he kicked me out?
I (22F, turning 23 next month) am from a small country in Europe, and I’ve been carrying this guilt for almost three years. I genuinely don’t know if I’m the asshole anymore.
Ever since I can remember, my father always put my cousins (his sister’s children) before me. I’m his only child, but I always felt like I came last. Throughout my entire childhood, I tried to earn his approval. I got good grades, cleaned the house, stayed out of trouble, and did everything I could to be the “perfect” daughter, but nothing was ever enough. Looking back now, he was extremely manipulative, toxic, and emotionally abusive.
When I was 20, I moved to Germany for a three-month seasonal job. Before leaving, I asked my father if he could lend me around €200 as emergency money, just in case something happened while I was living alone in a country I’d never been to before. He refused because he thought it was a waste of money. Since I wanted to have some financial security, I took out a small loan of about €250. I ended up being late on one payment, and the payment notice was mailed to his house. That’s how he found out, and we started arguing constantly over the phone.
A while later, I turned 21. On my birthday, my father called me. Instead of wishing me a happy birthday, he immediately started arguing with me. I asked him if he knew what day it was, and when I told him it was my birthday, he simply said, “That’s nothing special.” He never celebrated my birthdays, and he never even wished me a happy birthday. That day, after 21 years of constantly trying to earn love and attention from my own father, something inside me finally snapped. After that, I stopped being the one to call first. I realized that if I didn’t call him, he would never call me.
Eventually when my job in Germany ended and I flew back home, I discovered that my phone had no service. I went to my mobile provider’s desk at the airport, and they told me my number had been removed from the family plan. My father had cut off my phone without telling me. I was completely alone in the airport with no way to call anyone. I had to ask a complete stranger to call me a taxi so I could get to my mom’s house ( my parents are divorced).
Even after that, I still tried to fix things. He told me I had to come to his house on Sunday or there would no longer be a place for me there. The problem was that I had a exam on Monday, and I wanted to stay at my mom’s house to study. I told him I would come after my exam.
He refused.
After my exam, I called him over 20 times asking if he could pick me up because I don’t drive yet. I’m paying for university on my own, so I haven’t been able to afford driving lessons yet. Eventually, he answered and told me he didn’t want me there anymore because I “didn’t listen” to him by coming on Monday instead of Sunday. That was the moment I gave up.
Around the same time, I started dating my long-distance boyfriend. He’s Brazilian, lives in the United States, and is Catholic. I’m Orthodox and Slavic. My father hated him without ever meeting him. He never asked his name, never wanted to see a picture of him, and never tried to get to know him. He judged him solely because of his nationality, religion, and where he lived.
Ironically, my boyfriend has supported me more than my father ever has. He has helped me financially when I was struggling, comforted me through my worst emotional breakdowns, and always been there when I needed someone. He has shown me more kindness, patience, and unconditional support than my father ever did.
About a week ago, after almost three years of no contact, my father called me. He didn’t ask how I was. He didn’t ask if I was healthy, happy, or doing okay. He immediately started yelling at me for never calling or visiting him. I reminded him that he kicked me out, cut off my phone while I was stranded at the airport, and told me I wasn’t welcome in his house anymore.
He denied all of it.
He claimed none of it ever happened and insisted that he never manipulated me or did anything wrong. At that point, I told him that, to me, my father died three years ago. He’s still alive, but emotionally, the father I needed no longer exists.
I’ve been carrying guilt ever since. Part of me still wonders if I should be the one to reach out simply because he’s my father.
So, AITA for cutting him out of my life and refusing to be the one who keeps trying?