tocharian wrote:My relationship with my dad is basically a chronicle of heartbreak. Getting me really excited about something and then never following through. Sure I'll come visit you in New Mexico. We'll do a road trip and then go see your cousins. Sure I'll come to Chicago. We'll go see the Cubs play the Orioles. Sure I'll come out to California.
Never happens. Never will.
I went to see my dad last Christmas. Just when it was time for him to drive me to the airport my stepmother orders him to go walk the dog. I get to my plane just as it's boarding. "Dad," I text, "Sorry, but I am not less important than the family dog."
I haven't really made much of an effort since then. I'm pretty much done with my immediate family. My therapist told me I should make new parents. Good advice.
Isabelle Gall wrote:'Do not go smoothly into that dark night'
enframed wrote:He once said, in front of his wife, my son, my brother and half-sister, that if he could do it again he'd never have kids. Said it as though we were just acquaintances over for dinner. Like it never occurred why that might upset any one of us.
Ptommydski wrote:Stupid Sexy Mason.
Mason wrote:Was always a great provider. Always made time for the family, always played catch with me and drove me to baseball practice. Directly responsible for my sense of humour (and my musicality, though that skipped a generation). On paper, pretty great.
My dad is a thoroughly awful person. Emotionally abusive and slowly getting more comfortable with the physical kind, yet a teetotaller. Brilliant but poorly-read and incurious, which amounted to a giant ego predicated on being smarter than others and an inability to recognize when he wasn't. Still working at the TV station he started cleaning or whatever at age 16, yet convinced no one is more worldly.
I kept a 90 average through high school, didn't drink or smoke once, never questioned his superiority or otherwise gave him grief, yet every two or three days throughout high school, he'd find an excuse to tell me, from the top of his lungs as his face flushed, "You think you know everything, but you know nothing." Just as often, over something like a book left in the living room or a sweater on the floor of my bedroom, would come, "You are the laziest human being on the face of the earth." Nearer the end of my teens, he tried physically throwing me out of the house, permanently, because I hadn't coiled up our garden hose properly the last few times I used it.
No one spoke to him on Father's Day.
tocharian wrote:My therapist told me I should make new parents. Good advice.
Angus Jung wrote:tocharian wrote:My therapist told me I should make new parents. Good advice.
It really is.
Making a new family is one of the great things you can do when you become a grown-up adult person.
154 wrote:The key to the china cymbal is restraint. I have so much restraint that I haven't gone near one in 15 years.
dontfeartheringo wrote:If I am, by some chance, lucky enough to raise this little girl who is living in my house right now, here are my expectations of her as she grows up:
1. Be as happy as you can.
2. Let me know how I can help.
lemur68 wrote:A bite from a Lu Zworis is also highly venomous.
thyklopth wrote:Andrew. wrote:This weekend my dad came out to visit. My dad was born dirt-poor, the middle child in a family of thirteen (eleven kids, not including stillbirths) on a farm near Swalwell Alberta.
He's the kind of guy most people (especially men) overlook: doesn't follow professional sports; seems oblivious to any competitive impulse. Very patient, introverted, erudite guy. Arguably a bit too passive.
He gets a little smaller, and a little sweeter, every time I see him.
Here we are at Crab Park this weekend.
Had to make me cry, didn't you?
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