I love you, Dad

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.

Thats good. I dislike my father alot.

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.

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..

i love my dad ha ha

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

I may as well be slightly cliche,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUwjNBjqR-c

All I know of my dad is that he used to shout non stop. He was not married with my mother (for the reasons he was a control freak and excessively paranoid).

He went ape shit about anything. I used to go and help him out at his workplace to cheer him up, and when I used to walk back in the house with him, he would use the term WE and scream at my mom like I was his ally in arguments. i.e WE DON`T WANT YOUR FUCKING FOOD. I just used to go upstairs and fucking hide... Happened countless times... Arguments each and every night, I used to just walk upstairs... Thousands of times...

For the last 2 years I was staying at home, all he did was go and fuck prostitues, watch porn on the coutch all day long and do fuck all but shout at my mom about how she shouldn`t go out and soooo on... What a fucking mess...

Time came when my mom was diagnosed with a disease (they both used bare drugs in their youth) and she went into treatment for 12 months. She realised life was too short, and started standing up to him.

So my dad would tell my mom to fuck off every day, and me with her. She was so bored she left, without any assets (they must of owned $200k `together`)

And my dad got a foreign cleaner woman with no money as a WIFE (washing ironing fucking etc) and just moved her in. Not married still, as he LOVES it to be that way, under his control, under his finger...

And I stood up to him for a while, then got told to fuck off each time, and I did, for two years now. He is in prison at the moment, and I`ll go visit him when I go back...

In my experience, WATCH OUT for hating your father as you have a part of him EMBEDDED in you. To hate him 0, is to hate yourself, and the sooner you realise the better. (bless psychedelic drugs for the insight they provide!) This is a cycle you need to realise before it gets too deep.... The only way you can make peace with him, is to make peace with yourself, and vice versa.

I love my dad, he went through a hard time... You gotta put yourself in their shoes, yaawm`sayin?

my father is a great man, he taght me hard work, honesty,selfrespect and he never lets an opportunity to help people especialy strangers he is the one that will pull over and help you push your car to the side of the road change your tire or give elderly people walking home from the store a ride home .i am proud to be your son. i love you dad.

I've taken care of my dad more than he took care of me...he was an alcoholic...
I can recount the many dreams I've had slaying him with a Katana...however I'm somewhat grateful for having such a bad father...I might not know what to do right with my kid (when I do get one) but I know what not to do now

Of course we love our fathers, but they were friggin dickheads at times!!

Sk306 said:

Thats good. I dislike my father alot.

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My dad came home from ohio aNd he found my outdoor plants. He fucking uprooted them then chopped em up in the compost bin. My 4 1 month plants all gone to waste. Saddest day of my life

Tenner said:

To hate him 0, is to hate yourself,

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well i highly dislike my dad for what he did.

BuildBigBudz said:

well i highly dislike my dad for what he did.

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Thats acceptable, I HIGHLY dislike my dad for what he did too.

If its your house then punch the fucker in the face! If its his house his always gonna be right tho...

my pops wasn't my favorite person in the world, but he was my pops and he tried to do the best he could..
he had a hard child hood as his mother was a drunken slut from what i know of her.. one of her bf's at the time beat all of the teeth out of his head and put cig's out on him all of them time, and he was placed into an orphanage, and was only allowed to come home when his mom's dumped the abuser..
his mother eventually went into a psych ward for alcoholism, as they didn't have treatment centers back then and most people ended up in a pysch ward to get clean, then came home and jumped out of a 3rd story window to her death when my mom was prego with my oldest brother..
so yah, he had a lot to overcome, and did his best.. he drug us kids all over god's green earth with him and me mom's.. was the only one who worked for years out of my two parents as back then mom's were meant to stay at home and take care of the kids and the men worked..
as he got older he tended to drink a bit much and would get verbally abusive towards me mom's which i always hated...

i did some dumb shit in my addiction and got kicked out of the house and he hadn't talked to me for close to 2 years before he died... that always makes me feel really good about myself, lol, but i try and make it up to me mom's and help her as much as i can..

BuildBigBudz said:

My dad came home from ohio aNd he found my outdoor plants. He fucking uprooted them then chopped em up in the compost bin. My 4 1 month plants all gone to waste. Saddest day of my life

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i know it sucks right now, but m8, in the big scheme of life that is such a small thing to be pissed off about and hold a resentment, especially towards the person who gave you life...