Bob and Barb married because Bob was a pathetic drunken wreck coming off of a previous divorce, searching for a warm hole to make the prickly wicklies go away. BPD Barb saw dollar signs and one thing led to another.
Bob was a dogshit father. You could only damn him with faint praise by calling him better than Barb, which ain’t saying much. When we saw Bob, it was in the rare moments where he got fed up with the nonsense around him, so we think he was based. We didn’t see the Bob that enabled his son and wife the other 99.9% of the time, who put the Greene County/Megan/Game Place conspiracies in his head, who falsely told him that getting a job would jeopardize his SSDI benefits. We mostly only saw the results of his parenting: Christian Weston Chandler.
When Bob told Chris to cut down the internet, it didn’t get cut down. When he tried to stop Barb and Chris from spooning, that clearly didn’t take (sorry but “he tried” isn’t good enough for that shit). He was a weak man, and a terrible parent to Chris by any measure.