Fork in the Road

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My father showed up at my house last week unannounced. It was almost 10 o’clock and there was a pounding on my front door. Luckily, Mr. M wasn’t working late that night and was home to answer the door.

It was surreal like something out of a movie.

I am not sure what he thought he would accomplish by showing up. Maybe a dramatic reunion with me telling him that I can forgive and forget all the ridiculous things he has done to our family in the last two years. Instead, my husband talked to him and told him what his daughters had been saying for years to find help.

Yesterday, I attended my first therapist session and while it was helpful, I did not feel any closure. That session along with three others is paid through the E.A.P. (Employee Assistance Program) and the therapist mentioned that my dad, mother or sisters could come to the next sessions.

I feel like I am at a fork in the road. If I take one path, I can contact my father and provide help in hopes he takes it. But what do I do if he doesn’t take the help? Do I chose the other path and completely cut him off in efforts to protect myself?

Update: I called my father and we are setting up a time to talk to therapist on September 10th. I pray that I picked the right path to take and this doesn't blow up in my face.