What is your relationship with your dad?

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I love my dad even if he’s kinda crotchety these days, just like his dad and his dad before him and does nothing but watch Fox News and play scrabble on his phone. He worked hard for a good 40+ years in his career he can play as much damn scrabble as he wants even if he’s getting bald and fat. Gotta love my bald, fat dad with high blood pressure and gout. Wouldn’t trade him for the world. He does a great job of tending to his yard. We don’t have anything in common but I appreciate the perspectives he’s given me in life.
 
I find myself getting more and more protective over him. It feels irrational, because he's still sane and active and even still doing odd jobs for people. He's slowed down a bit, but he's not decrepit or crippled. He's one of those lucky gits who ages like old furniture, worn smooth and seasoned by time and use, and solid as a rock. I'm helping him take down an old chimney in my house some time in the next couple of weeks. That'll be fun.
 
We didn't have much in common. He was born in 1940 right in the middle of WW2 in Germany and growning up in those days plus post-war sure shaped him into the eternal social-democrat that he was. I didn't care about his interests, he didn't about mine, so our relation was somewhere between neutral and friendly at best. Can't say he was very restrictive (and neither was mom), which I appreciate.
Worked his entire life till he didn't, and retirement ruined him I think. With nothing to do, he started drinking, but never got violent. Just sad to see the decline in real time. He's been dead for almost eight years though, had a bad fall and never recovered from it.
 
My dad has extreme anger issues on the levels of meltdowns if he misses the wrong exit. My childhood was basically walking in eggshells not knowing what would set him off. Once he got medicated he became great to deal with and be around but suck that came after a divorce. I'm just happy we are on great terms now at least.

He was always tried to be a great father at the very least.
 
I love him very much and I'll be devastated once he passes away. He had to play both parental roles because my mother had a lot of mental problems and was addicted to various drugs, which was very difficult on him since he also had a job that required him to work very long hours at times. Still, he always had time for me and my brother. One of my favorite memories of him as a kid was how he used to help me with my hair every morning. Big bangs were popular in the late 80s, but my hair was very fine so it took a lot of hairspray and styling to get that "crested wave" look. He got very practiced at it but I'm sure he was happy once that trend faded since it was such a pain in the ass!
 
My relationship is a healthy, but complicated one. He never was abusive and didn't get angry often, yet his tone for whenever I got a stern talking to had it come off as lecture and I would get the impression he was disappointed in me. This fear still has made it difficult for me to open up to him and ask for fatherly advice. He criticizes how tense I can be unaware that got it from him.

Dad is quite oblivious to how much the culture has changed having been born in the mid 1940s (such as suggesting I go to public places to meet women). He may describe himself as a moderate, but having been a federal employee, the friends and works colleagues he has known, and the mainstream news sources he consumes, he is more like an unregistered Democrat. It's hard to discuss politics when you have to deal with left-wing talking points such Republicans are turning back the clock and white supremacists are waiting to takeover.

He is now starting to have short-term memory loss where he would periodically forget something he heard or said recently. While it's frustrating to deal with, it's also sad since any heart-to-heart I may have will not be remembered by him the next day.
 
I just drove about 1000 miles to meet him in another state neither of us live in so we could dig a 1973 Pontiac Ventura Hatchback out of some guy's barn for him to bring home and restore. It was fun, we've already got the driveline out and the car up on jack stands. He wants to swap an LS1 and Tremec 6-speed in it.
 
Fantastic. It's only gotten stronger as my brothers and I have gotten older. We hunt, fish, ride, play ball together etc. more as grown adults than we did even as children. He came across as very grim and detached back then. I realize now that it's just his way. He's also stayed in excellent shape so that closing in on fifty he still keeps up with us like a young man. He can get a little whiney about music and refuses to eat at restaurants before he checks their inspection grade, but I can put up with that.

He had a horrific upbringing at the hands of a legit sociopathic pedophile that beat him nearly to death and regularly raped his mother and sisters in front of him. The fact that he was able to raise a family and maintain a stable marriage with that history is damn near miraculous. Coincidentally (or not if you're familiar with Eastern Kentucky in the late 70s) my mother had nearly an identical upbringing minus the personal sexual victimization. She just caught beating with extension cords/was starved for days on end as punishments and had to fend off her own step-dad's predatory friends till she could move in with my dad. They've been together for thirty years and still embarrass all of us with their overt flirting and suggestive comments about each other.
 
Rather poor honestly. Not going into details, but he was rather physically abusive to me as a child, talked down to me constantly, didn't associate with me unless it was to keep up appearances and generally didn't hold any regard for me. Also was a massive control freak that prevented me from living on my own until just a few years ago, by not teaching me how to drive and just generally not teaching me any useful skills as a child and adolescent. I remember an incident where he flat out said he hated me and I believe him. Pretty much was the source of all my social anxiety and depression. I'm past it now, but I don't plan on inviting him to my wedding or graduation or even attending his funeral. That being said, I am grateful for him imparting my love of science, mathematics and learning in general.

My apartment is currently fucked up due to a recent storm where I live, so I'm staying with him at the moment. He tries to act tough, but I either ignore him or call him out on his bullshit. You can tell he was always and insecure pussy who never accomplished much his entire life, but that's the vast majority of people associated with academia.


Generally it went well until I was told to hate him for being Jewish as a teenager. Didn't really repair that relationship until after I grew out of just recklessly hating people who aren't part of the problem

Fuck /pol/
At least you were able to repair it. Some people never get that chance. Also, you at least learned the good life lesson that 4chan and the Internet at large is for shitposting, not for actual spreading of ideas worth sharing.
 
It's good and I feel bad for the lurkers here who never had a supportive dad.

Generally it went well until I was told to hate him for being Jewish as a teenager. Didn't really repair that relationship until after I grew out of just recklessly hating people who aren't part of the problem

Fuck /pol/
Best part is talking about /pol/ topics and he will just drop his truth nuggets from his time, wholesome moments.
 
I'm closer to him than I've ever been.
This tbh. I thought that when my parents divorced it would all fall to pieces, but I still have an extremely good relationship with by my Dad and my Mom.

Don't take this the wrong way though, the hand I was dealt was a lucky one. I'm not going to go around acting like divorce is a good thing just because both of my parents are still on OK terms. I think the only reason I was even able to get on well with both my Dad and my Mom is because I actively still tried to talk to both of them about stuff after the split happened.
 
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Minimalistic. I don't care enough to converse with him and while he likes to pretend he's always been better than my mother (he never was). It doesn't change the fact he's a compulsive liar and used me as his punching bag rather then providing stern parenting when i needed it the most. Many years later, he still wonders why i never contact him first and why my situation is nothing like he has imagined. Just a disaster
 
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