Dave, I know that I don't know your past or if it in any way mirrors my own. But I want to share something anyway. My parents were very abusive people. My mom was loud and controlling and beat us, my dad was shy with no self esteem, always depressed, with a slow temper - but when he blew he could hurt us badly. During my childhood my dad never went to the meetings because he felt such a failure as a witness. We always heard it at home, though, it didn't make him less pious. My mom was a fanatic. They both raised us in a home full of fear. Fear of reprisals at any time expected or unexpected, and fear of the reprisals to come from Jehovah because no matter what we did it would not be good enough in the end. And the end was fearful and dire - we were reminded of it constantly.
I hated my parents. As a kid I counted the days until I could get away from them. I remember setting my jaw and looking my mom in the face when she beat me. She was set on beating me until I cried and I was set on not crying.
I did get away from them, but that hatred stayed with me for a long time. After all, what kind of parent does that to their kids?
But along the way I realized that my parents were both from abusive families too. That they were uneducated, and they were in a religion that encouraged them in that path. A religion that told them that they should not spare the rod lest we be spoiled. They thought love was painful. Because that was their experience of love.
Because I could understand where that all came from, I forgave them and let it go. I don't hate them any more. My parents aren't capable of knowing that unconditional love exists. Its a very sad thing, really. They are to be pitied, if anything.
I don't know what your history is with your dad. I told you this story because your dad may not be capable of what you need either. That is outside your control. But you can understand it and you can free yourself. Sometimes JW parents are exactly like the god they worship, impossible to please.
I could be way off base, if so I'm sorry, but your last post with Amanda brought that to my mind and I felt like sharing.
Sherry