Thank you all for your support. Today was spent at the national Air Force museum, and then to dinner. My dad went on raving about his stockbroker. I just sat quietly and then struck up a separate conversation with my daughter at our end of the table. What a clod.
He has asked everyone in the house the exquisite details of their lives and work, and hasn't asked me boo. You are right, Aussie. He won't change.
I'm just biding my time until they leave, hopefully, in the morning. But, I think I've realized I've got a lot to work through on this front. I had been legitimately looking forward to their visit, and didn't expect this BS from him or from me.
Dee, I'd love to know how you ultimately got over the similar situation, it sounds, that you had/have with your father. I should be over the need for his approval, if that's what I'm yearning. But, maybe all I want is a little general acknowledgment of me and my life.
Oh well, thanks again. More later.