My real father and his family hate me (I discovered today), so I had to wish Happy Father's Day to my honorary father. Family, who needs em?
Edit: and just like a real dad, my honorary father happened to be buck naked in bed at the time. I wish he'd had the modesty not to let me discover that.
wait, your dad hates you and you didn't know until today? what?
I'd always suspected, but we're a noncommunicative family, so it's always been the elephant in the room. I'm just glad he felt he could finally be open with me... on facebook.
My real father and his family hate me (I discovered today), so I had to wish Happy Father's Day to my honorary father. Family, who needs em?
Edit: and just like a real dad, my honorary father happened to be buck naked in bed at the time. I wish he'd had the modesty not to let me discover that.
I had a surreal father's day.
well
how was he
Like someone stood up a frog. You know that whole Jeff Foxworthy routine about how old men scratch their butts off...?
wait, your dad hates you and you didn't know until today? what?
I'd always suspected, but we're a noncommunicative family, so it's always been the elephant in the room. I'm just glad he felt he could finally be open with me... on facebook.
wait, your dad hates you and you didn't know until today? what?
I'd always suspected, but we're a noncommunicative family, so it's always been the elephant in the room. I'm just glad he felt he could finally be open with me... on facebook.
that's screwed up, sorry dude
It's all cool! It hurts a little, but I'm actually quite relieved to have that all sorted out. Now I don't have that long drive on Christmas, and my wedding guest list has been culled a bit!
I think I will share a story with you guys. It's rather depressing, but I can pretty much guarantee that, if you have/had any problems with your parents, you will not feel quite so bad about that after this.
A couple years ago I began pestering my dad via email and occasional phone call, asking about possibly meeting with him sometime to catch up and have a proper talk about stuff.
See, we never really got along, on account of me being a massive disappointment and him being a bitter asshole about it with me and pretty much everyone else in the family who had any flaws he didn't agree with.
But starting around four years ago I'd gotten onto medication to help with my attention span, and things really opened up for me. I got more proficient at things, got more active, and was finally going back to college even, to learn about stuff I wanted to work on. Good times, and all.
About a year after that started (2009) was when I started trying to get my Dad to meet up with me. He lives in South Carolina, while the rest of us are over in California, so it requires a bit of planning to actually meet with him. Throughout it all he never actually answered the phone or called me directly. Instead, on Father's Day of all days, I get this email from him.
Danile,
Stop calling, I have zero desire to talk to you.
If and when you are supporting yourself we can talk , until then DON"T BOTHER ME!!!
Yep. Even managed a typo with my name.
So I decided to not be so polite about how I felt about him, explaining how he is a gigantic asshole who had some serious nerve to throw down some demands that must be met before he'd even speak with me - he actually stopped talking to Michelle, the middle child of our family, after she quit her job in New York and moved back to California, and has continued to refuse to speak with her after two years. She has had her firstborn child since then and he still will not give her the time of day.
I also point out to him that, as much of a handful as it can be with me, at least my own sisters could stand to be around me without having to walk on eggshells and try desperately not to set me off.
And then I get this.
You're funny!! You're still a no good son of a bitch. They want to be around you, yeah right !
you live in a dream world. I don't give a damn what you or anybody else thinks about me you stupid bastard.
you'll find out how much they love to be around you when you're mom dies.
Yeah.
I ended our conversation by telling him, among other things, that I was done trying to reconcile with him, because he was simply not worth the trouble. It was the last time we've ever spoken in any way. That was two years ago now. I know that, as a Christian, I'm supposed to be forgiving, and honor my parents. However, after that, he is, quite simply, no father of mine. He gave that relationship up with me as far as I'm concerned.
wait, your dad hates you and you didn't know until today? what?
I'd always suspected, but we're a noncommunicative family, so it's always been the elephant in the room. I'm just glad he felt he could finally be open with me... on facebook.
that's screwed up, sorry dude
It's all cool! It hurts a little, but I'm actually quite relieved to have that all sorted out. Now I don't have that long drive on Christmas, and my wedding guest list has been culled a bit!
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well
how was he
I'd always suspected, but we're a noncommunicative family, so it's always been the elephant in the room. I'm just glad he felt he could finally be open with me... on facebook.
Like someone stood up a frog. You know that whole Jeff Foxworthy routine about how old men scratch their butts off...?
that's screwed up, sorry dude
It's all cool! It hurts a little, but I'm actually quite relieved to have that all sorted out. Now I don't have that long drive on Christmas, and my wedding guest list has been culled a bit!
Puk made me a tie at daycare. my wife bought me an ugly bag that's two sizes two small.
still, i got to sleep in and she made me breakfast.
See, we never really got along, on account of me being a massive disappointment and him being a bitter asshole about it with me and pretty much everyone else in the family who had any flaws he didn't agree with.
But starting around four years ago I'd gotten onto medication to help with my attention span, and things really opened up for me. I got more proficient at things, got more active, and was finally going back to college even, to learn about stuff I wanted to work on. Good times, and all.
About a year after that started (2009) was when I started trying to get my Dad to meet up with me. He lives in South Carolina, while the rest of us are over in California, so it requires a bit of planning to actually meet with him. Throughout it all he never actually answered the phone or called me directly. Instead, on Father's Day of all days, I get this email from him.
Yep. Even managed a typo with my name.
So I decided to not be so polite about how I felt about him, explaining how he is a gigantic asshole who had some serious nerve to throw down some demands that must be met before he'd even speak with me - he actually stopped talking to Michelle, the middle child of our family, after she quit her job in New York and moved back to California, and has continued to refuse to speak with her after two years. She has had her firstborn child since then and he still will not give her the time of day.
I also point out to him that, as much of a handful as it can be with me, at least my own sisters could stand to be around me without having to walk on eggshells and try desperately not to set me off.
And then I get this.
Yeah.
I ended our conversation by telling him, among other things, that I was done trying to reconcile with him, because he was simply not worth the trouble. It was the last time we've ever spoken in any way. That was two years ago now. I know that, as a Christian, I'm supposed to be forgiving, and honor my parents. However, after that, he is, quite simply, no father of mine. He gave that relationship up with me as far as I'm concerned.
Happy Father's Day, you uneducated redneck prick.
Not to pry but I'm curious how one brings this up
"FYI...we've all always hated you []Like"