Absolutely Nothing, thank god. He was a worthless piece of shit, abandoned my brother and I when we were toddlers, ended up in jail for non payment of child support, and then, when we reunited and got to know him as adults, discovered that he truly was a worthless piece of shit.
Maybe one good thing. My brother and I paid attention to life lessons, and made a conscious decision to marry and not get divorced. To only have children when we were ready. To have children we truly wanted. and then to not take off when things got rough. It worked. My brother and I still enjoy our 1st and only wives, we have grown and successful children, who have never been in trouble with the law, who have their own stable marriages, and we now have a gaggle of grandchildren we get to enjoy. Because we stuck it out, and didn't take off!
Toenail fungus. Seriously. He gave me his toenail clippers to use on my hands and feet. As a child, I suffered from terrible tinea on my fingers but never had a clue why. I still have the toenail fungus.
Dear old Dad was a remote, neglectful, and thoroughly checked-out codependent married to a raging alcoholic shrew.
I know a lot of y’all hate country, but my Dad loved Willie Nelson, among others, so I heard a lot of country and appreciate some of it.
I heard this song after my dad died, but it reminded me of him.
A retired colonel from a hardscrabble life in Alabama, my dad instilled in me a great moral code.
Another one I won’t put you thru is Reba McIntyre’s “The Greatest Man I Never Knew.”
Stubborn as hell, wear you down with facts, sources and TMI, fiercely loyal, trusting and loving, always trying to help others. Fortunately I have some of mom's traits as well...
I get it. Always thought it would be great to create a line of holiday cards that express these kinds of feelings. Blank cards don't work, cuz you have write something. There's humor, but papering over issues just makes the heart hurt more. I feel better when I look at pictures of my parents as children and think about the experiences that shaped them. Trauma, poverty, isolation and no vocabulary to process any of it, just behaviors.
I'm in the camp of not having admirable parental figures. I learned more on what not to do or be from my father or authoritative figures.. The dynamics and poverty of their youth molded and motivated them. I believe I understand them but don't necessarily appreciate them. Lucky you that had decent parents.
My half-siblings are neocon Christians ranging from evangelicals nut cases to blind faith, no denomination, and belief in the stupidity of their bible. They inherited his patterns and property. He was amoral and corrupt.
Once he ripped off a small-town preacher telling him that his trees were diseased and needed treatment. He told the preacher to stay away from the toxic treatment about to be applied. He had my 1/2 brother and me put on protective gear and gas masks. We drilled holes in a large number of trees. We had these syringes full of the tree disease treatment and injected the trees. Then put putty over the holes drilled. The treatment substance in the ominous brown glass bottles was water. It was a total con job. It's kind of funny in retrospect but still criminal.
I was not interested in any of his traits or property. There's me and a couple of other 1/2 siblings and cousins that despise him. Get Kiki here to give him the finger for me. She's talented like that.
It's pretty anonymous here so my type isn't identifying anyone. Some experiences and knowledge shared. No one gives much of a hang about what I say. Which is ok. A lot of impersonal info is typed here. Wasting or passing time for the most part.
Literally nothing. But my BIL is a great guy, and I'm super happy for those of you who had good dads.
Absolutely Nothing, thank god. He was a worthless piece of shit, abandoned my brother and I when we were toddlers, ended up in jail for non payment of child support, and then, when we reunited and got to know him as adults, discovered that he truly was a worthless piece of shit.
Maybe one good thing. My brother and I paid attention to life lessons, and made a conscious decision to marry and not get divorced. To only have children when we were ready. To have children we truly wanted. and then to not take off when things got rough. It worked. My brother and I still enjoy our 1st and only wives, we have grown and successful children, who have never been in trouble with the law, who have their own stable marriages, and we now have a gaggle of grandchildren we get to enjoy. Because we stuck it out, and didn't take off!
My father's myopia and astigmatism.
Full head of hair at 57
Toenail fungus. Seriously. He gave me his toenail clippers to use on my hands and feet. As a child, I suffered from terrible tinea on my fingers but never had a clue why. I still have the toenail fungus.
Dear old Dad was a remote, neglectful, and thoroughly checked-out codependent married to a raging alcoholic shrew.
Happy Father's Day.
Fathers day is the first Sunday in September.
I was born on fathers day. My old man never let me forget it.
I know a lot of y’all hate country, but my Dad loved Willie Nelson, among others, so I heard a lot of country and appreciate some of it.
I heard this song after my dad died, but it reminded me of him. A retired colonel from a hardscrabble life in Alabama, my dad instilled in me a great moral code.
Another one I won’t put you thru is Reba McIntyre’s “The Greatest Man I Never Knew.”
My Love for everything American. My dad was just a happy 13 y.o. boy, when the 'Amis' showed up and the war was over.
Gardening and education as well
Stubborn as hell, wear you down with facts, sources and TMI, fiercely loyal, trusting and loving, always trying to help others. Fortunately I have some of mom's traits as well...
I get it. Always thought it would be great to create a line of holiday cards that express these kinds of feelings. Blank cards don't work, cuz you have write something. There's humor, but papering over issues just makes the heart hurt more. I feel better when I look at pictures of my parents as children and think about the experiences that shaped them. Trauma, poverty, isolation and no vocabulary to process any of it, just behaviors.
I'm in the camp of not having admirable parental figures. I learned more on what not to do or be from my father or authoritative figures.. The dynamics and poverty of their youth molded and motivated them. I believe I understand them but don't necessarily appreciate them. Lucky you that had decent parents.
My half-siblings are neocon Christians ranging from evangelicals nut cases to blind faith, no denomination, and belief in the stupidity of their bible. They inherited his patterns and property. He was amoral and corrupt.
Once he ripped off a small-town preacher telling him that his trees were diseased and needed treatment. He told the preacher to stay away from the toxic treatment about to be applied. He had my 1/2 brother and me put on protective gear and gas masks. We drilled holes in a large number of trees. We had these syringes full of the tree disease treatment and injected the trees. Then put putty over the holes drilled. The treatment substance in the ominous brown glass bottles was water. It was a total con job. It's kind of funny in retrospect but still criminal.
I was not interested in any of his traits or property. There's me and a couple of other 1/2 siblings and cousins that despise him. Get Kiki here to give him the finger for me. She's talented like that.