I tried standing up to my dad when I was young. Didn't really make any difference. None at all. Alcoholism does that, I guess.

My little sister opted out and ran to my mom when she turned 12.

I stayed for some reason.

For someone who's supposed to be somewhat intelligent, I'm extremely dumb.

Reckon that made me the sad, awkward and way too full of self pity person I am today.

On the bright side, skipping preadolescence does mean that I can complain about those young, annoying asswhipes without feeling like a hypocrite at all. [grin1]

Does anyone else feel like the tormented eclectic souls that share their lives here in the random babble has to be an extreme source of entertainment for the normal folk?

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You sadistic sob, you. 💓

What normal folk?

When's the last time we saw one of those boring assholes here?

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Hello.

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Wow.
I was lucky, in the fact that i had a very loving Dad. The sad part was, he died when i was 16. So i lost out on alot that i needed. I was just at the point in life where i could have used his knowledge, then he up and died on me. For awile i was mad at him, felt he "left" us. I know it wasn't his choice. Then the only male figure i had was my drunken older brother, who never paid any attention to me or wanted anything to do with me. No help whatsoever.

I think everyone wnats/needs their parents to love them. That's the way it's SUPPOSED to be. Maybe the world wouldn't be so screwed up if it WERE that way.

Honestly, i can't understand how a man could have a son/daughter and NOT want to love and nuture them. I feel sorry for any idiot that doesn't do so.

My wife had a mean drunk for a father. He beat her and her mom, and verbally abused them every day. I think that has alot to do with problems my wife has today. No matter how much i try, i can't "fix" what he screwed up.

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So 4Pack, Cheesey and I are the only ones with good fathers? You see what I mean, NSD? It's not common.

I like what Dakota said about looking in the mirror. You don't need approval.

As for raising kids, you're responsible for feeding them, clothing them, and putting a roof over their heads until they're 18. Anything else is bonus.

As for normal, I'm pretty normal. Boringly normal, as Wade would say. ;)
But no, it's not like watching a car wreck. It just makes me appreciate what I had more. I've been blessed so far, so next year, I'll probably get a painful and incurable disease and die before I get to see the Packers win their 3rd SB in a row.

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Mom and Dad split when I was two. Dad and a buddy of his sold everything they owned, packed clothes and weed and drove until they ran out of money. They landed in Colorado Springs, CO. They started working and started living in Colorado. Dad would send me a t-shirt every few months with a card telling me he loves me.

Sometime after I turned 5, Dad got wind that Mom was bringing me into bars at all hours of the night and was not disciplining me. She let me do as I please, when I wanted and how I wanted.

Dad gave up his 'living like a rock star' type of lifestyle, moved back to Wisconsin with his mother and took custody of me.

Dad raised me by himself until he started dating my eventual step mother (now his ex wife) when I was 12 years old.

12 - 23, things were "ok", until Thanksgiving 2003.

In 2007 when I graduated college I sent him an invitation to my graduation ... as a sign that said "hey, you're jobless, idiot son is doing something with his life".

After that point, we've been trying to repair our father son bond that prior to 2003, family, friends and even people we didn't know would tell us how fantastic it was to see a father an son bond as tight as ours.


I don't know what it's like to have never had a father, but I do know what it's like to have a dad as your hero, your rock, your one person you KNOW you can trust to ALWAYS be there for you ... and then you're borderline ready to end your life and need said hero to guide you back to respectability ... get disowned and thrown to the curb like you never mattered.


Ignorantly, I don't know what's worse. Not knowing what it's like to have a father, or having a great father who was everything to you ... disown you as coldly as humanly possible when you needed him the most.

I suppose the saying goes, it is better to love and lost than to have never loved at all??

I would have to say having a father and then being thrown away is better than not having one at all.

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C'mon man.. I've been pretty transparent about how I feel about my dad (mostly in my recent postings about his battle with cancer). You better put me up there in that list of good fathers (I challenge anyone to find a better father/dad than the one I was blessed with).

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He doesn't care about anyone other than Alan and July. I've learned this over time when he omits others, specifically myself. It's his way of telling me to try harder. =d>

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