Nah, it's okay. Yes, it fucks up my relationship with my father, but that's not really her fault. It's his fault for not seeing anything around him except what she wants him to see. He's missing out on a great human being, and that's by his choice.

We used to be close. A long time ago. But then a couple of years ago I told them I was bisexual, and the relationship sort of deteriorated from there. She'd act like it was cool, but then, all of a sudden, she'd very gently suggest therapy, so I could "get my priorities straight again". And it happened ALL THE TIME. I think the final straw was when she found out that my housemates are Hindu (she's a former Catholic nun), and totally flipped her lid, and made a ton of really horrid accusations about them, and me, and followed it up with the statement that she never wanted to see me again, or have me anywhere near my father, because "we don't like to waste time on people like you".

So, there you go. Whole sob story, boiled down to a paragraph. I'm mellower now, just for the record. I'm still hurt, but I don't want to throw things at her anymore. I don't want to waste my energy.