Thats good. I dislike my father alot.
I remember one time, when I was a lot younger, my Dad's friend Billy was visiting. It had been years.
I walked outside, and I remember seeing that they both had a golf club and there was one half deflated football.
They were at first taking the game seriously, seeing who could get the football closer to one destination, destination after destination. By the end of it, they were running around,
golf clubs flailing in hand, smacking a half deflated football around the acre lot we lived on, trying to keep the ball from each other. I love him for that. I wonder how stoned they both were.
There are a lot of things about my Dad that I don't like. When I was younger, I spent a whole hell of a lot of time resenting him for this and that. Surprise, surprise-that only made me depressed. Ultimately, I realized that I will only be able to love certain parts of him, and the rest I simply have to accept. Ultimately, I have to accept it in myself, because I am his son. I also understand that some fathers are absolutely ridiculous. I thought my father was absolutely ridiculous for quite some time, but ultimately I realized that my own isn't so bad. Some of his intentions have seem malicious at times, and some good things from him have still seemed slightly malevolent. There's much to be said on such a touchy subject, but I will admit, I am who I am-and a lot of that has to do with him.
My dad can go rot in Hell with the Devils dick up his ass.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar...unless your at my house. JourneymanBudMason
father.... well fuck where were you after we moved? home wasnt it, fuck him he didnt care enough to be around his kids and now his new fam is more important. FUCK you dad you could have raised us better.
i'm feeling a lot of love in this thread, lol..
all i hope is that all of you who had absentee fathers do a much better job of raising any kids you may have so in 20 years time we won't be hearing your kids say the same things about you, and the viscous circle comes to an end..
lets hope the circle comes to an end. i want my kids to have a home where their father is there and where well they will graduate for sure. even if they do0nt want to go to college right off the bat. at least they have a good high school to be in.
Wow. It really breaks my heart that so many fathers are resented and even hated. My dad was and is one of the greatest men I have ever known. I will never have the dignity or the integrity he has but I strive every single day to emulate him. He is well respected in this community. He's soft spoken. I've never heard him say a bad word about anybody. He hates gossip. Hates talking on the phone. He is at his happiest when he's outdoors. Something I picked up from him. When I was outed by my Bishop (may he rot in the telestial kingdom), he told me that he loved me and was very proud of me. Best thing that could have been said before the major shit storm. If he hadn't said it I would probably be another gay Mormon suicide statistic.
He was saddle bronc and bareback rider during his rodeo days. He was a child laborer during the latter part of the Depression. He has known hard work all his life and his body shows it. Sometimes he can't even walk. He never once complains. If he says something hurts then you know it's DAMN serious. That man can cowboy up like no one I've ever seen.
This man who is my father, never once in all my life laid a hand on me in anger. He hated physical punishment. He said it destroys the spirit. His devastating method was to be disappointed in us. Nothing hurt worse than knowing he was disappointed. I love that man so much. He is so shy. He is also one of the best guitar players I've ever known. As a child I would fall asleep to him serenading my mother as she was resting on the couch just about every evening. I would crack the bedroom door and listen to his mellow deep voice. He sounded a lot like Jim Reeves. But he would only sing to her. When he played his guitar for people other than us, he would face away so he couldn't see them. Otherwise he would turn beet red and be too embarrassed to play.
I'm so glad I still have him around. He's 79 years old (will be 80 this summer).
my real dad was and is a piece of shit but i was luckily enough to be raised a great man my step pop i really hate that word thou becouse regardless of blood thats my dad he raised me since i was 6months old and if i can be half of the man he was ill be good thanks pops for always being there regardless of what happend between you and my mom r.i.p