My dad entered my house through the back door. Why did he do that? I really hate him for that, he’s so predictable. Why why why why
Id been drafting my letter to him for months. This is where i officially told him that I was going no contact. I’d specifically said in it not to come to my house at all. He was also blocked on my phone. An hour after I sent the letter, he was here. That was the scariest feeling I’d felt in a long time. I heard him knock on the front door. Then I heard him at the back door, I could hear it open. I could hear the footsteps of heavy boots. He was calling my name. Luckily, he couldn’t go further because the anatomy of the house meant he was met with 3 doors. One to the basement, one to the game room (where I also do school, that’s where I was at when this happened), and one door to another room. He said he wanted to say some things, but I told him it was too late. I screamed at him to leave, and reminded him that he just entered my house. I told him it was severe what he did. I told him to leave.
My husband is at work, and made him aware that I sent the letter. I texted him when my dad arrived. I walked out of the room I was occupying to consider my next steps. Luckily he left. I could hear him say “hide in the basement, that’s smart” as he walked by a window. I’ve been paranoid about every sound since then, but I don’t think he’ll do anything further. Clearly we forgot to lock the back door, luckily the other doors were locked. I told my husband to stay at work for his safety. Now I’m just left here…
I’m absolutely horrified. He did the thing I told him not to do. HE ENTERED MY HOME. My own father couldn’t follow my boundaries. He proved why I don’t trust him. I’m so sad, and scared. I told my husband to start looking for a new place to live, because this is one of the worst things I’ve ever dealt with. And the worst part is that I still want my dad. I want the dad I never had, to hold and to cry into his chest and to protect me. For anyone that’s wondering, my mother passed away a long time ago, and my sibling is one I cut contact with several years ago. I’m not close with my extended family. I don’t have children, thank goodness.
Im just despondent. Kinda suicidal. I won’t do anything though. I’m thinking of admitting myself though. I really quite like my life actually, because it’s better when my biological family isn’t around. We deserve peace.