bumbershoot
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I'm a kid of two divorces, and I have a dad that promised quite a bit and rarely came through. Biggest coming through for me experiences happened AFTER I was an adult (helping me pay off a credit card while I was trying and failing to own a business, and then paying for my wedding). And the first one, I didn't trust he'd do it until he did it, and the second, well, we scrimped and saved to make SURE we had the $ to pay in case he "forgot his checkbook". Most things were paid in advance (3 phone calls on average for each deposit and final payment, and this is something he OFFERED out of the blue to do, but I still had to hound him for it to happen), but the reception (site, beverage, food, and tips) was paid at the end of the evening...and interestingly, he DID lose his checkbook that day. He had another at the hotel, though, whew. 
But I know what its like to have things promised but not have them come through as a child!
And while at 13 your daughter is likely still in the 'daddy does no wrong' mode, and it probably does upset her that you yell at him...I don't think it will harm her forever. And in a couple years she'll figure it out too, most likely. I was 15 when I finally got over the thought that my mom and dad would get married again...and I was FOUR when they divorced, I saw years of BAD arguments before and after divorce, and both of them were remarried to people I LIKED!!!! But still it took me to 15.
However, I had long before stopped trusting he would come through...I bet somewhere in the back of DD's mind she knew it wouldn't happen. Not if he has a similar track record. For me if that happened, my devastation wouldn't be that the money wasn't there, because I would have already known it likely wouldn't be. But the sadness would ahve been because, yet again, he had shown himself to be cruddy (let me state that my dad is a different guy today, having a heart attack in '99 changed him, and I love him quite a bit now, and don't feel on the defense with him anymore...BUT neither do I trust that he'll do what he says).
I didnt' like what someone else said/asked of you, about yelling at him...people disappoint other people, and while I'm not an advocate of yelling at another parent in front of a kid, hiding arguments causes really messed up problems too (that was my mom and her second husband...I had to live with her and her GOOD guy third husband for a year, to find out what true and proper communication, including healthy arguments, was all about before feeling like I was prepared to have a relationshpi that didn't look just like a horrible relationship), and I feel that we ARE allowed to lose a temper every so often, as long as we're not just in a snit, and it's something that was really and truly BAD of the other person to do.
hugs all around...
Have a great time!!!
And I hope your DD grows her rhino-hide soon to protect her against this sort of devastation in the future...optimism is a good thing (my dad basically lived up to my years of optimism, after all), but you can't COUNT on it.
(for the record and to tell the full story...I would never have allowed my dad to pay for my wedding if my mom were still alive...she was the one who would have walked me down the aisle and baked my cake, if she were..but she was diagnosed with leukemia a month after my dad's heart attack (that was a banner holiday season for me in '99), and the medicines she was given caused her death....so my dad walked me down (and had me ask my stepdad to join us, which he did) and paid because he offered) (and I hired a baker with my mom's same name for the cake)

But I know what its like to have things promised but not have them come through as a child!
And while at 13 your daughter is likely still in the 'daddy does no wrong' mode, and it probably does upset her that you yell at him...I don't think it will harm her forever. And in a couple years she'll figure it out too, most likely. I was 15 when I finally got over the thought that my mom and dad would get married again...and I was FOUR when they divorced, I saw years of BAD arguments before and after divorce, and both of them were remarried to people I LIKED!!!! But still it took me to 15.
However, I had long before stopped trusting he would come through...I bet somewhere in the back of DD's mind she knew it wouldn't happen. Not if he has a similar track record. For me if that happened, my devastation wouldn't be that the money wasn't there, because I would have already known it likely wouldn't be. But the sadness would ahve been because, yet again, he had shown himself to be cruddy (let me state that my dad is a different guy today, having a heart attack in '99 changed him, and I love him quite a bit now, and don't feel on the defense with him anymore...BUT neither do I trust that he'll do what he says).
I didnt' like what someone else said/asked of you, about yelling at him...people disappoint other people, and while I'm not an advocate of yelling at another parent in front of a kid, hiding arguments causes really messed up problems too (that was my mom and her second husband...I had to live with her and her GOOD guy third husband for a year, to find out what true and proper communication, including healthy arguments, was all about before feeling like I was prepared to have a relationshpi that didn't look just like a horrible relationship), and I feel that we ARE allowed to lose a temper every so often, as long as we're not just in a snit, and it's something that was really and truly BAD of the other person to do.
hugs all around...
Have a great time!!!
And I hope your DD grows her rhino-hide soon to protect her against this sort of devastation in the future...optimism is a good thing (my dad basically lived up to my years of optimism, after all), but you can't COUNT on it.
(for the record and to tell the full story...I would never have allowed my dad to pay for my wedding if my mom were still alive...she was the one who would have walked me down the aisle and baked my cake, if she were..but she was diagnosed with leukemia a month after my dad's heart attack (that was a banner holiday season for me in '99), and the medicines she was given caused her death....so my dad walked me down (and had me ask my stepdad to join us, which he did) and paid because he offered) (and I hired a baker with my mom's same name for the cake)