Did you have a REAL DAD, or a distant/absent biological donor?
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Adopted means she had a father and mother. Of our nine children, we have two daughters we adopted. We are their real father and mother and they know it.
He was a good and decent man, but I never knew him.
In between. Had a clueless dad. Any time he figured out I liked something he'd take it away to punish me for having arbitrarily substandard grades in school. So I "grey rocked" him, telling him nothing about my life, hopes, or dreams.
He chose to live in Massachusetts but hated the oddball car insurance racket they had there. So by the time I was eleven he told me I'd never be driving his cars as part of his revenge against the machine. He eventually softened his stance and turned my insurance on and off like a light switch to suit his mood. Like dude, I didn't ask to be born here, and I don't have my license, I'm not the cause of your rant.
Ha! I showed him, I'm insuring five cars now, just so I'm not "caught without."
He was a teacher, I bet he was an awful one. Got into it to get out of Vietnam. Quit after a year of teaching HS in Chicago-- he admits he couldn't maintain order in the classroom. Got into computer technical writing.
He kept his good tools locked in the trunk of his antique car. If I had to fix my bike I'd use his second tier stuff. I'd put a vise grips on the handle of a nut driver for more torque, and busted the handle. In POS kid fashion I either trashed the thing or put it back without saying anything. A more attentive dad might have, IDK, bought me my own tools for Xmas?
He thinks nobody can do anything if they're not formally qualified. In an act of probable rebellion I do all my own wiring, plumbing, and car repair. In reverse he fawns over any idiot with a diploma on the wall and has seen some quack doctors.
He's got some sort of undiagnosed ADD/ OCD/ Aspergers. He shook the doorknob half a dozen times after locking the house to make sure it was locked. My mom spent her efforts trying to "change" me while ignoring the elephant in the room. We don't talk much. He needed his butt kicked way more during his formative years.
I spent time with a cousin and his great mother, then married my wife and her more-functional family. I know a good thing when I see it.
He chose to live in Massachusetts but hated the oddball car insurance racket they had there. So by the time I was eleven he told me I'd never be driving his cars as part of his revenge against the machine. He eventually softened his stance and turned my insurance on and off like a light switch to suit his mood. Like dude, I didn't ask to be born here, and I don't have my license, I'm not the cause of your rant.
Ha! I showed him, I'm insuring five cars now, just so I'm not "caught without."
He was a teacher, I bet he was an awful one. Got into it to get out of Vietnam. Quit after a year of teaching HS in Chicago-- he admits he couldn't maintain order in the classroom. Got into computer technical writing.
He kept his good tools locked in the trunk of his antique car. If I had to fix my bike I'd use his second tier stuff. I'd put a vise grips on the handle of a nut driver for more torque, and busted the handle. In POS kid fashion I either trashed the thing or put it back without saying anything. A more attentive dad might have, IDK, bought me my own tools for Xmas?
He thinks nobody can do anything if they're not formally qualified. In an act of probable rebellion I do all my own wiring, plumbing, and car repair. In reverse he fawns over any idiot with a diploma on the wall and has seen some quack doctors.
He's got some sort of undiagnosed ADD/ OCD/ Aspergers. He shook the doorknob half a dozen times after locking the house to make sure it was locked. My mom spent her efforts trying to "change" me while ignoring the elephant in the room. We don't talk much. He needed his butt kicked way more during his formative years.
I spent time with a cousin and his great mother, then married my wife and her more-functional family. I know a good thing when I see it.
