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I didn’t have a good relationship with my father for a long time. When I was a kid, I didn’t want to be around him because he seemed like a jerk. He liked to make fun of his children. I think I was overly sensitive at the time. I was also afraid to p~~~ him off because I might get a severe spanking. I never felt comfortable when he would come home from work because he’d usually say something I didn’t want to hear, like: a lecture about being responsible or the value of hard work. Or he’d tell me to do some house chores. No kid wants to listen to that. But I am grateful that my parents were never verbally or physically abusive. They showed me how to be fair-minded and respect people.
Well, now that I’m older, I don’t have to be around my dad all the time—I guess that’s why we get along fine whenever I visit. He’s old and he doesn’t say much these days. I don’t think he has much longer to live. I see the value of his teachings now. Being responsible for my life does have its rewards. I suppose that was what he was trying to drill into my mind. When I look at men who take no responsibility for their actions, they usually have too many problems in their lives. They can’t live in peace. He didn’t want me to live like that.
I talked to him a few weeks ago. He asked me if I’ll ever get married. I said, “NO.” You all know the reasons why.
"I saw that there comes a point, in the defeat of any man of virtue, when his own consent is needed for evil to win-and that no manner of injury done to him by others can succeed if he chooses to withhold his consent. I saw that I could put an end to your outrages by pronouncing a single word in my mind. I pronounced it. The word was ‘No.’" (Atlas Shrugged)
I have a great dad. When I was really young, I looked up to him and got along with him great.
When I became a teenager, it all went to s~~~. Some teenagers, like me, lose their damn minds and act stupid and do stupid s~~~ and my dad had a hard time with me through my teenage years.
As I got older, I realized what a little asshole teenager I was and I began to respect my dad again, after I finally started to mature.
Now that I am much older, I of course still care for my dad but I often have a difficult time being patient with him. Depends on what we’re talking about and how much I try to restrain myself, but we usually get along. Other times, I don’t exercise my patience and I don’t treat him as well as I should when he says and does stupid s~~~. He’s stuck in his ways and thinks everyone should do stuff like he does it.
I live out in the middle of nowhere with no close neighbors in a very modest house with trees and weeds all around me so I don’t worry too much about mowing the grass all the time. Who’s going to see it? I rarely have visitors. The only reason I mow it is so I can walk around without having to worry about stepping on a snake. I might mow my yard about 6 times a season at the most anymore. It just doesn’t matter. I don’t have the nice house on the nice property anymore and I don’t care.
So, my dad, on the rare occasion he comes over, is always on my ass to mow the grass. Why he insists on doing this over and over is beyond my understanding. Last season, he happened to come over after I had mowed it for the last time. He told me the yard looked nice and I just said, “I’m glad you’re happy with it.” It’s things like that I get irritated with because he keeps doing s~~~ like that over and over.
He’s been a very good dad and he’s a good man who probably doesn’t have many years left on this earth. I will continue to try to restrain myself and treat him with more respect and kindness. When my brother died, it was hurtful, but I was never really close with him. When my mother died, there was a little more pain, but still I wasn’t as close with her as I am with my dad. When my dad dies, I fear it will devastate me. That’s going to be a hard one to get over.
The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.
As I got older, I realized what a little asshole teenager I was and I began to respect my dad again, after I finally started to mature.
When I was 18 my father was a moron, when I turned 30 I realized he is a genius.
As I got older, I realized what a little asshole teenager I was and I began to respect my dad again, after I finally started to mature.
When I was 18 my father was a moron, when I turned 30 I realized he is a genius.
Wish I could give that 100 up votes.
#icethemout; Remember Thomas Ball. He died for your children.
As I got older, I realized what a little asshole teenager I was and I began to respect my dad again, after I finally started to mature.
When I was 18 my father was a moron, when I turned 30 I realized he is a genius.
Exactly.
The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.
My Dad sobered up and was largely tolerant of my teenage years. He’s calm like a hindu cow and set a good example.
I see the value of his teachings …he was trying to drill into my mind.
Our dads succeeded, even if they don’t know it. We’re good men
He asked me if I’ll ever get married. I said, “NO.”
Our fathers squint at this. They don’t understand that Box has been in a Bear Market…
Marriage will eventually go the way of blood-letting, a relic of the past; like old window glass that no longer fits the pane. Things were put in motion a long time ago that would make the practice of marriage unapproachable.
My Dad sees Traditional Marriage with Children working well for my older brother and my younger brother. Im the guy that hasn’t got it together yet…. at least that is the way they see it. But in time, I suspect my position will make more sense to them.
My dad is psycho i hope kicks the bucket soon, that guy is dangerous.
To those following me, be careful, I just farted. Men those beans are killers.
My dad is a narcissist. I don’t think he liked being a dad much. I was a good kid, straight A student, didn’t get in trouble. But no matter what I did I never really got much praise from him.
It was a sobering realization when it hit me: I married my dad. Still pushing that f~~~ing boulder up the hill trying to get outward praise. But realizing that was a huge help in my life. It’s when I started the transformation to not looking for esteem outside myself. Self-esteem; we get too focused on the word esteem and not focused enough on the word self.
But I did learn a lot from my dad. I learned about hard work, about your reputation being the one thing that keeps you employed. And he can be a very generous person when he wants to be. My brother told me one time, when he’s in his element everything is great, but when he’s not where he wants to be then everybody is going to be as miserable as he is. So when I visit I make sure he’s in his element, and then everything is fine.
I have a much better relationship with my kids than my dad did with me. Cycle broken.
Order the good wine
Pater is a control freak and a bully. Has a “hard man” reputation from doing the doors and being a football hooligan. Doesn’t like the fact I am bigger than him now.
Never knew his own Pater. Tried his best when I was young(had me at 18). Made mistakes, but whose to say I could/would do a better job……we no longer speak.Yes, I get along with my father. When I was a kid, he used to take me bowling. He played on a Wednesday league while I played the arcade and pinball games. Every time he bowled a strike or another bowling game, he’d give me $5 to play the games and eat candy. He used to pick me up and watch me bowl when I was on a Saturday league and after that played arcade and pinball games for tickets and cashed them in for prizes. I missed the 80s and 90s; my best memories are back there. Plus, life seemed a lot better and happier and simpler back then.
Now at 36 I watch a movie of my choice every Saturday night and have dinner with him. So yes, I do get along with him.
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Yes, but like everyone, smaller doses are better.
Women want everything, but want responsibility and accountability for nothing.
I’m with TaxGuy and Colin on this subject.
Was treated like s~~~ by his vicious narcissistic mother and he did the same to his children. He either envies me or outright hates me for living my own life and not being miserable like him.
I’m with TaxGuy and Colin on this subject.
Was treated like s~~~ by his vicious narcissistic mother and he did the same to his children. He either envies me or outright hates me for living my own life and not being miserable like him.Can’t choose your family eh. I think the majority of humanity doesn’t get on with their own kin.
I neither speak to my Mum and Brother. I am to blame as well. Not a good son/brother. However, the main issue is I am not normal(as my Mother has relayed a myriad of times).
Conform or forever be ousted.My father is the child of an abusive household and his father, my grandfather, was an illegal immigrant from Italy. My grandmother was a bitch from hell and wrote my father out of the will just because she wanted his sister to get everything. No concern for my father.
My father was a good family man who worked his ass off his whole life. He gave the money to my mother, the family, and never asked for toys or time off, something we mgtow’s take for granted.
Instead of my father taking time off work to spend with me, he took me to work on his panel truck loading and unloading heavy boxes. As a young teen I wanted to please my dad so I worked extra hard at loading and unloading work. Sometime I kept up with the grown men working the loading docks.
I’m an intellectual and started taking Organic Chemistry in college at age 13.
While watching the truck I learned to sketch the city streets from a book on drawing I purchased.
My father couldn’t relate to any of it. He did buy me a dirt bike in my teens and took me on a few weekends to the trail riding park.
We were never friends. He never “talked” to me. With him it was strictly business.
Working for us was his way of showing love and by that measure he loved us a lot. It was true for many of his era (born 1930).
I talk to my son once a week and see him a few times a year. We just got back from a trip to Europe that lasted a month. We shared a room and didn’t have one fight. As long as I did whatever my son wanted there was no friction.
I even hired an escort in Amsterdam and he was cool with that. He ran into her in the hallway as she was leaving.
I’m an academic so I try to help my son with his grades. He’s in college studying mechanical engineerings. He gets a lot of B’s and C’s but I don’t pressure him. I just make suggestions, like study groups, and accept however it comes out. My son is not very academically oriented.
My father has passed but my relationship with my son appears to be on solid ground.
#icethemout; Remember Thomas Ball. He died for your children.
Never met the man. No clue who he even is.
My dad is psycho i hope kicks the bucket soon, that guy is dangerous.
He must be f~~~ing dangerous if YOU are hoping he dies off.
Women want everything, but want responsibility and accountability for nothing.
My dad is 90 years old. He has criticized everything I have ever done since my earliest memories. Put myself through college because he wouldn’t pay for anything. My sister is three years older. He paid all her school and living expenses for a bachelor and masters degree.
After I got married and had children he came over criticized me in front of my kids. He gave them things I couldn’t to make me the bad guy and him the good guy. When I asked him not to do that, he would just laugh and act like he wasn’t trying to undermine me. Would take them on trips I couldn’t afford.
My mother died about three years ago. She was mean and cruel when I was child and beat (not spanked) me every day until I was sixteen. She quit when I broke the piece of molding she used over my knee and threw it out the front door. I told her to never try to beat me again, so she stopped. I had saved enough from summer jobs to buy a car, no help from them. Of course they bought my sister a brand new car when she turned sixteen. So I could leave if i wanted to. I did move out at seventeen before graduating high school. My mother apologized on her death bed and told me she regretted the way she had treated me.
The only reason I visit him now and help with doctor appointments is I promised her on her death bed that I would do so. She knew how I felt and she bound me with a promise because she knew I would honor it.
About two years ago he gave his home and rental property to my two daughters. Value of both was about $600,000. He did this to cheat me out of an inheritance. Again he is the hero at my expense. My guess he will leave his money to my sister and my third daughter so I get nothing. That is another $500,000. And I really don’t want anything he has, it would only remind me of him. It is just that he is kicking me in the teeth once again.
Even today he disagrees or criticizes everything I do. I’ve been trying to get him out of my head since I was five. If it were not for the promise to my mother, I would not see him again, and wouldn’t go to the funeral.
Sorry for the rant, I visited him this morning. Took him to visit my mothers grave. He criticized every comment I made this morning.
TTW
I ain't got a wife to spend my money, I have to do that all by myself.
I’m with TaxGuy and Colin on this subject.
Was treated like s~~~ by his vicious narcissistic mother and he did the same to his children. He either envies me or outright hates me for living my own life and not being miserable like him.Funny, one of my dad’s favorite saying is “I’ll decide”. But I don’t think he likes many of my life choices. But you know what dad? I’ll decide.
In that way I’m a lot like my dad. We just don’t make the same decisions. And when you make a decision he doesn’t agree with he has no problem letting you know.
Order the good wine
My dad is 90 years old. He has criticized everything I have ever done since my earliest memories. Put myself through college because he wouldn’t pay for anything. My sister is three years older. He paid all her school and living expenses for a bachelor and masters degree.
After I got married and had children he came over criticized me in front of my kids. He gave them things I couldn’t to make me the bad guy and him the good guy. When I asked him not to do that, he would just laugh and act like he wasn’t trying to undermine me. Would take them on trips I couldn’t afford.
My mother died about three years ago. She was mean and cruel when I was child and beat (not spanked) me every day until I was sixteen. She quit when I broke the piece of molding she used over my knee and threw it out the front door. I told her to never try to beat me again, so she stopped. I had saved enough from summer jobs to buy a car, no help from them. Of course they bought my sister a brand new car when she turned sixteen. So I could leave if i wanted to. I did move out at seventeen before graduating high school. My mother apologized on her death bed and told me she regretted the way she had treated me.
The only reason I visit him now and help with doctor appointments is I promised her on her death bed that I would do so. She knew how I felt and she bound me with a promise because she knew I would honor it.
About two years ago he gave his home and rental property to my two daughters. Value of both was about $600,000. He did this to cheat me out of an inheritance. Again he is the hero at my expense. My guess he will leave his money to my sister and my third daughter so I get nothing. That is another $500,000. And I really don’t want anything he has, it would only remind me of him. It is just that he is kicking me in the teeth once again.
Even today he disagrees or criticizes everything I do. I’ve been trying to get him out of my head since I was five. If it were not for the promise to my mother, I would not see him again, and wouldn’t go to the funeral.
Sorry for the rant, I visited him this morning. Took him to visit my mothers grave. He criticized every comment I made this morning.
TTWIt will seriously suck ass to be him when he accounts for his hypocritical treatment of you.
Women want everything, but want responsibility and accountability for nothing.
Yes. We didn’t speak much after he left my mother. It took a bit but we text almost daily and I take my kid to his state to see him about once a year.
I think he was a bit selfish when he was younger. My mum was 19 when she had me and he was 22. He wanted to party and be free still. Lots of bad stuff happened back then.
As the years went on he mellowed out. But I swore I was going to beat his ass for leaving my mother. It took me a while to realize that he had his own reasons. I love my mother very much but back then I was still blue pilled and was more gynocentrically focused. On a side note, that’s one thing that I definitely keep in mind now: the woman is not automatically innocent. There are two sides. When I see or hear a woman put on the sob story and expect everyone to automatically go along with her story, I don’t. Women were just used to being able to concoct a story and get everyone’s sympathy for so long.
#MANOUT
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