Things between me and my dad have been strained for a while. He’s always been there, and I’ve made it known so many times how grateful I am for the things he’s done for me. But we had an altercation when I was 17 over me wanting to go to chef school and him wanting me to go off to some fancy university. He was in my room hovering over me, I was under the blankets having just woken up from a nap. I was nude underneath. I was never expecting anyone to come into my room. I had nowhere to go I was cornered and I kept politely asking him to leave my space and that now wasn’t the time. But he kept harassing me about it and I finally told him “fuck you”. He hit me twice and then jabbed his finger in my face in anger. Ever since then (I’m now 26 f) I’ve stayed away. Just recently he’s got back from New Jersey, he waltzed into my room unannounced staring at me while I’m working my remote job. I could feel him staring for like 2 mins. Then I came downstairs for a chat on my break. He started pulling me in for a hug, grabbing my arm kind of hard. He was like “I know you don’t like to hug me…” as he’s pulling me in. I pulled away because I’m sick of the awkward, insincere hugs. He asked “do you not love me?” I said “i don’t feel we have a relationship” then he started going on the défense about how I don’t love him and I never make an effort to visit him. Not once has he ever asked to hang out with me one on one to talk. I told him I shouldn’t have to be the one reaching out. Me my mom and boyfriend said it takes two in a relationship. I don’t feel like any of this is my fault. AITAH