The "Dragonite Dad" meme made me sad... how is your relationship with your father?
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Oh my god, that's one hilarious typo/mistake XD, thanks for pointing it outryo02 said:
. I meant "when he was alive" 
Let's see... my father has started another family on the side while he was married with my mom (so I have a lot of half-siblings I'll hopefully never see), did drugs in front of me and my brothers and tried to justify it with weak excuses when we lived with him, and left all of the above on his supposed quest for more drugs. I or anyone that knows him hasn't heard from him in years, and frankly, he's all but nothing to me.
Also, he was always absent, well, since I was born. You can guess how my relationship with him would be like if one existed at all.
Also, he was always absent, well, since I was born. You can guess how my relationship with him would be like if one existed at all.
This meme made me cry. D:
I have a good relationship with my father I'd say. He's a prime example of the "embarassing dad" figure, but I love him anyway, and I'm not actually ashamed of him at all. He's out of town currently though.
I have a good relationship with my father I'd say. He's a prime example of the "embarassing dad" figure, but I love him anyway, and I'm not actually ashamed of him at all. He's out of town currently though.
It's not bad. It's not exactly great but there is a hell of a lot worse that could be happening.
We both tend to keep out of eachothers way and go our seperate ways, although there is no problem between us. He sits and watches TV while I go somewhere else and play videogames. Recently he and my mom have had a seperation and he's now living in a city area around 50 miles away. I still see him, usually when my mom wants him over for some heavy-lifting jobs and even then we still don't talk much.
We both tend to keep out of eachothers way and go our seperate ways, although there is no problem between us. He sits and watches TV while I go somewhere else and play videogames. Recently he and my mom have had a seperation and he's now living in a city area around 50 miles away. I still see him, usually when my mom wants him over for some heavy-lifting jobs and even then we still don't talk much.
Having seen the affects of bad parenting firsthand in other families I have to say that my father was not bad, it was rough but not horrid.
My dad had control issues and got angry when I didn't do what he wanted. This control extended to my mom as well but trying to control her is like trying to stop a tsunami with a sheet of paper, so he focused on me. For a good ten years of my life I was extremely submissive, every time I tried to stand up to him I was punished, nothing too serious; the usual shouting, the occasional slap, groundings but the punishment never suited the reason. Every time it got too rough my mom gave him a choice: us or the road. It always snapped him back to reality and he stuck with us. When I was fifteen both me and my mom stood up to him, we showed him how his behavior influenced us, and he changed for the better. He still has the occasional issue that will irritate him now and again but he doesn't loose control of his temper anymore.
I don't hold it against him because I heard stories about how his father treated him, his siblings, and his mother. They were to be present but silent, they only existed when it was convenient for my grandfather. If they didn't do what he wanted when he wanted them to do it they were severely punished. They were going to be what he wanted them to be, my aunts are all stay at home moms and my uncles and dad are all pilots. With an upbringing like that, that being one of the only frames of reference he had for parenting... I just have to say my life could have been a whole lot worse.
However thanks to him I learned how to read peoples moods with almost creepy accuracy, how to diffuse heated arguments, and a shitload of humility. It has also made me who I am today, the fear of my early childhood combined with a mild chemical depression drove me to escapism which boosted my imagination and creativity. It also made me mature incredibly fast into a person that my dad now is proud of no matter what I do with my life.
My dad had control issues and got angry when I didn't do what he wanted. This control extended to my mom as well but trying to control her is like trying to stop a tsunami with a sheet of paper, so he focused on me. For a good ten years of my life I was extremely submissive, every time I tried to stand up to him I was punished, nothing too serious; the usual shouting, the occasional slap, groundings but the punishment never suited the reason. Every time it got too rough my mom gave him a choice: us or the road. It always snapped him back to reality and he stuck with us. When I was fifteen both me and my mom stood up to him, we showed him how his behavior influenced us, and he changed for the better. He still has the occasional issue that will irritate him now and again but he doesn't loose control of his temper anymore.
I don't hold it against him because I heard stories about how his father treated him, his siblings, and his mother. They were to be present but silent, they only existed when it was convenient for my grandfather. If they didn't do what he wanted when he wanted them to do it they were severely punished. They were going to be what he wanted them to be, my aunts are all stay at home moms and my uncles and dad are all pilots. With an upbringing like that, that being one of the only frames of reference he had for parenting... I just have to say my life could have been a whole lot worse.
However thanks to him I learned how to read peoples moods with almost creepy accuracy, how to diffuse heated arguments, and a shitload of humility. It has also made me who I am today, the fear of my early childhood combined with a mild chemical depression drove me to escapism which boosted my imagination and creativity. It also made me mature incredibly fast into a person that my dad now is proud of no matter what I do with my life.
Never knew him. When I was 7 my mom told him she'd stop the child support if he would start calling me so I could get to know him. Talked to him twice, after the child support stopped so did he. /shrug. Always thought it would be interesting to just show up one day just to say thanks for nothing then just walk away.