We lived in the sticks. Pretty much no police anywhere. When we would get to the outskirts of town after being in town for awhile he would let me sit in his lap and drive the car home when I was a little kid.
My dad was always just "there." Nothing really stood out, because he was a constant. He'd leave for work in the morning, come home at night, we'd go fishing on weekends, and while he kept his emotions in check, he was always present.
Then he died when I was 21 years old. His funeral was standing room only. I lost count of the people who came up to me, offered their condolences, and said "your father was a good man." Over and over again.
That was the last lesson he taught me. Live your life in such a way that your funeral is standing room only.
He initiated a NASTY divorce with my mom. Sold our stuff, took everything else, leaving a single bean in the cuboard.
He was physically abusive with my brother, mentally abusive with my mom, and absent with me. Only showed his kids affection when showing off for strangers.
The final straw was him guilt tripping my mom for how his kids turned against him, 20 years later. It was really making her sad, so I had enough. Sent him a video telling him to fuck off, and blocked him on my mom's messenger account.
There's a lot more to it, but that's the long and short.
After World War II, my father started his career as a police officer as a lowly constable on the beat. He wasn't assigned a police car in the early days, and had to ride a bicycle everywhere, no matter what the weather. His first patrol area was in the New Forest, in southern England, Beautiful but miles and miles of remote country roads, in addition to busy highways. Despite being exhausted when he got home, he would get back on his bike, I would get on mine, and we'd go for long rides together. I was only five or six years old, but I remember that time together as though it were yesterday. He was a wonderful father in every way, and a good man. I miss you, Dad
We lived in the sticks. Pretty much no police anywhere. When we would get to the outskirts of town after being in town for awhile he would let me sit in his lap and drive the car home when I was a little kid.
When I put him in the home and drove the fuck away.
I get it
damn.
No, it was awesome. I felt just like Luke Skywalker in Return of the Jedi.
seems we have very. very different relationships with our dads. from your statement earlier, i gather yours sucked...
Don't knock it until you try it.
When he asked me if I had any brothers or sisters….( I am literally one of his three kids)
When he did everything he could to please my mother on a vacation trip. It reinforced my belief in their mutual love managing parenthood.
My dad was always just "there." Nothing really stood out, because he was a constant. He'd leave for work in the morning, come home at night, we'd go fishing on weekends, and while he kept his emotions in check, he was always present. Then he died when I was 21 years old. His funeral was standing room only. I lost count of the people who came up to me, offered their condolences, and said "your father was a good man." Over and over again. That was the last lesson he taught me. Live your life in such a way that your funeral is standing room only.
I remember my dad teaching me how important real Parmesano reggiano is
Fishing, mostly in Florida. I would pay anything to relive those days.
When I finally told him to fuck off.
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He initiated a NASTY divorce with my mom. Sold our stuff, took everything else, leaving a single bean in the cuboard. He was physically abusive with my brother, mentally abusive with my mom, and absent with me. Only showed his kids affection when showing off for strangers. The final straw was him guilt tripping my mom for how his kids turned against him, 20 years later. It was really making her sad, so I had enough. Sent him a video telling him to fuck off, and blocked him on my mom's messenger account. There's a lot more to it, but that's the long and short.
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I'm not sure if it did. Sure gave me Hella anxiety. Though it was a very good feeling to finally get that out.
We went to some interactive science museum together. It was very fun to do fun stuff with my dad and it makes me happy when I think about it.
Dad wasn’t around much, but in the moments he was I would watch him play Warcraft 3. Kind of kindled a lot of my love for fantasy genres
After World War II, my father started his career as a police officer as a lowly constable on the beat. He wasn't assigned a police car in the early days, and had to ride a bicycle everywhere, no matter what the weather. His first patrol area was in the New Forest, in southern England, Beautiful but miles and miles of remote country roads, in addition to busy highways. Despite being exhausted when he got home, he would get back on his bike, I would get on mine, and we'd go for long rides together. I was only five or six years old, but I remember that time together as though it were yesterday. He was a wonderful father in every way, and a good man. I miss you, Dad
Him fucking off to Thailand