Love-Drama

To me, he used to be a simple man who didn’t care much about appearances. But not even a year after my mom’s death, he started trying to find another woman. His friends even dragged him to karaoke bars and introduced him to young girls there.
He’s already old, but he got easily swayed — and ended up being scammed out of a lot of money by one of those girls. My siblings and I have tried warning him, but he refuses to listen. He still seems interested in seeing that same girl again.
Then recently, one of my mom’s old acquaintances started helping my dad with his work. At first it seemed harmless, but soon she began drinking with him until late at night. I didn’t like it, so I told him to send her home. He said she was too drunk and should stay the night at our house — but I refused. I told him she should go. So he drove her home himself… and was gone for 4–5 hours.
Honestly, I don’t want a “new mom,” but my dad’s restlessness is tearing the family apart. Before he left, I even saw them leaning close and whispering to each other.
That woman has no decency — knowing he has grown-up children but still acting that way. And my father… he just doesn’t seem to care about our feelings.
I’m not a disrespectful child, but it’s really painful to see an old man with many children still behaving like this. He should know better by now.
Hey, come sit with me for a moment. I want you to put the weight down for a few breaths—the anger, the confusion, the ache you’ve been carrying ever since your mom passed and your dad started acting like a stranger you have to supervise. I hear how raw this is for you. It isn’t just annoyance at an “old man behaving badly.” It’s grief stacked on grief: losing your mother, and then watching the father you knew morph into someone reckless, impulsive, and strangely unreachable. That double-loss can feel like the floor is moving under your feet.
I’m going to talk to you like a friend who loves you and also like a coach who will hand you practical tools. We’ll name the feelings, decode the psychology, and design a calm, firm plan that protects your dignity, your family, and—yes—your father’s long-term wellbeing, even when he seems determined to sabotage it. You don’t have to choose between compassion and boundaries. You can hold both.
When you say, “He used to be simple and didn’t care about appearances… then he started chasing young women and got scammed,” you’re pointing to a deeper shock: your dad’s value system changed in front of your eyes. The man who used to anchor the house is now acting like a teenager with a credit card and no curfew. That jolts a child’s nervous system, even an adult child’s, because the roles feel inverted—you’re suddenly the parent trying to stop a parent from playing with fire.
Under anger, there’s heartbreak. Under heartbreak, there’s fear:
Those questions are honest. You’re not a disrespectful child for feeling them. You’re a loyal child trying to reconcile loyalty with reality.
None of this excuses harm, but it does explain the pattern. A spouse death collapses a person’s identity scaffolding—the shared routines, the mirror that says “you matter,” the daily witness to your life. In many older men, that empty space converts into:
It’s not romance; it’s anesthesia. And like all anesthetics, it delays pain while creating new problems—money loss, family ruptures, shame he doesn’t want to sit with, so he doubles down instead of backing down. That’s why logic alone hasn’t worked. You’ve been debating his choices; he’s protecting his anesthesia.
You’re dealing with three interwoven issues:
Each layer needs a different tool:
When we use the right tool for each problem, you stop shouting into the wind and start shaping the weather.
We’re going to replace these with steady, adult pressure—firm lines, consistent follow-through, and alternatives that keep his dignity intact while removing the oxygen from bad habits.
Pick a low-drama time (no alcohol in his system, not during a conflict). Sit side-by-side at the table (less adversarial than face-to-face). Keep your voice low and even. Use this three-step frame—Past / Present / Protection:
Past (honor + context)
“Dad, I know losing Mom shattered you. It shattered me too. You were a good husband for a long time. I honor that.”
Present (facts + impact, no character assassination)
“Lately there’s been late-night drinking, private whispering, 4–5 hour disappearances, and money lost to a young woman who took advantage. I’m not insulting you; I’m describing patterns that worry me. It makes me feel like we’re losing you a second time.”
Protection (clear asks + shared goal)
“I’m not here to cage you. I’m here to keep you safe and our family’s name clean. I want us to agree on lines that protect your dignity and our home. Here’s what I’m asking…”
Then give three, not thirteen asks (people remember three):
End with a dignity-preserving line:
“I’m not policing you; I’m protecting what you and Mom built. Help me protect it with you.”
You’ve now reframed from “controlling daughter vs rebellious father” to “stewards of family dignity together.”
Put simple rules on paper and tape them inside a kitchen cabinet where everyone sees them. Keep them impersonal—“house policy,” not “Dad policy”:
House Policy for Safety & Dignity
Policies remove the “you vs me” frame. They turn it into “this is how our house works.”
Scammers thrive where there are no guardrails. Add them now. Do it kindly, not like a police raid.
If he resists “control,” frame it as legacy:
“These steps protect your reputation and Mom’s memory. It’s about leaving things tidy.”
Don’t wrestle her. Wrestle the situation.
If she’s overtly exploitative, you can hold one boundary sentence should you ever have to speak to her:
“Our family doesn’t host private drinking or money requests. We’ll keep everything in daylight.”
Then disengage. You’re not her mother; you’re your mother’s daughter.
You can’t just say “no.” Brains need a “yes” to move toward. Replace his dopamine supply:
Script to invite him:
“Dad, I miss you. Come be with us on Wednesdays. You’re not a burden—you’re the hearth.”
You’re not infantilizing him; you’re replacing quick thrills with steady belonging.
If you have siblings, align privately. One loving voice can be dismissed as “nagging”; three calm voices become reality.
Unified love is quiet power.
When he returns, no shouting. Use the “impact + request” formula:
Impact: “When hours pass with no message, our stomachs drop and we can’t sleep.”Frame it as care, not control.
Scammers often return; they assume shame will keep the victim silent. Preempt it.
Make it easy for him to do the right thing.
Most men won’t say “I’m lonely.” They’ll say “Stop nagging.” So say it for him—gently:
“Dad, Mom’s absence is a room with no furniture. I know you’re trying to fill it with noise and faces. But not everyone who smiles is safe. I’m asking you to fill the room with family and real friends, not people who charge rent from your heart and wallet. I want you alive, respected, and proud of your choices ten years from now.”
That’s not scolding; it’s vision-casting. Give him a future he can imagine.
Expect a pushback; boundary setting often triggers it. Stay steady:
Agree with the principle, reassert the line:
Consistency trains nervous systems. Yours and his.
You can love him without volunteering to be emotionally destroyed by him. Three self-protections:
Self-abandonment won’t save him. It will only lose you.
Dad,
Losing Mom broke something in all of us. I know you miss being seen, wanted, and laughed with. I miss it too.I’m not against you finding companionship. I’m against people using your loneliness to take your money, your time, or our family’s name. When you drink late, whisper at doors, or disappear for hours, it hurts me and confuses me. It makes me feel like I’m losing you again, a little more each week.
Here’s what I’m asking so we can move forward with peace:
– No private drinking or overnight guests in our home.
– A quick check-in if you’ll be late, so we don’t sit awake imagining the worst.
– A 24-hour pause before any big gifts or transfers; let’s look at it together.I’m not your warden; I’m your daughter. I want to protect what you and Mom built—your dignity included. Please meet me halfway. If you do, you’ll not only keep me; you’ll keep my respect.
I love you. And I want us both to be proud of the next chapter.
Short. Plain. Unemotional. It lands.
Sometimes, despite our best efforts, a parent chooses the hard road. Then you shift from change to contain:
Loving an adult means tolerating some consequences you cannot prevent. It’s not abandonment; it’s reality.
You don’t have to accept a “new mom.” That’s not the ask. The ask is: can you hold space for your father’s humanity without letting his humanity trample your home?
Honor your mom in the ways that are yours to keep—photos, recipes, stories, rituals. Say her name. Tell her stories to the next generation. You can keep her presence alive without making her a weapon in current fights. Grief is love with nowhere to go; give it places to go.
It won’t be linear. Expect this shape:
Your steadiness is the lighthouse, not the tugboat. Don’t tow his ship. Light the coast and let him steer.
Say them out loud. Let your body hear you.
You are not a disrespectful child. You are a daughter standing in a doorway with one hand on your father’s shoulder and the other on the frame of the home your mother built, insisting that what was sacred stays sacred. That is love. It’s not loud. It’s not always pretty. But it is love—the grown kind, the kind that says, “I will be brave enough to tell the truth, and soft enough to remember why.”
Whatever he chooses next, keep choosing your steadiness. Keep choosing your dignity. Keep choosing the kind of family culture you’d want your mother to recognize if she walked through the door right now.
And when you get tired, come back here. Breathe with me. Light a candle for her. Then turn back to the living, with your shoulders down and your voice calm, and say the lines that guard what matters. You’ve got more strength than you think. And you’re not alone. ð
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