What is your relationship with your dad?

[Merried Senior Comic]

Very good. We used to butt heads when I was a teenager but I figure that’s kind of normal. He moved out of town about a decade ago and I don’t see him as much as I probably should but we are still close.

 

[Pitckus]

Every time friends of mine bitch about their respective fathers, I always feel like Nathan Explosion in this clip.

I immediately thought of this clip when I read the title of this thread. Fuckin love my dad. My dad’s fuckin awesome.

 

[Redoniblueoni]

It was great before he passed. I was the last person to talk to my dad before he went. I texted him how things were going and he told me he didn't feel well. Passed away that night. Helped him pack up to move too, but didn't realize it would be the last time I'd ever see him. He wasn't an infallible father but he tried his best. I respect and admire him, I miss him often. There are pictures and trinkets in every corner of my home, including a special necklace of his I wear often. He wore it regularly and passed away wearing it.
If you're a dad and reading this keep yourself healthy so you can live a long life for your kids.

 

[Kankichi Ryotsu]

I used to dislike him because he has a short fuse and I was a little bitch edge lord. With age I know he means well, he's just not very patient. I wouldn't say we're close but I know I can count on him if I'm ever in trouble. He's not very affectionate but I know he appreciates when I go out of my way to talk to him. I wish we were closer but we really don't have much in common.

 

[Neighborhood Janny]

It comes and goes. For the most part, the relationship is good, but my father has some rather unsavory attitude problems that can strain things. He's my dad and I love him, but sometimes I just can't stand the motherfucker. There's times he gets a minor inconvenience and threatens to harm people. If someone doesn't agree with him and he's in a mood, he thinks the best course of action is to shoot the fucker. He's also generally a lazy fucker, leaving my mother to tend to most household chores. I've gotten into fights with him about it and the last time involved my fists. Needless to say, I won that interaction and we haven't had many issues since then.

He wasn't the perfect dad. There were times in my life where he had to travel for work so I only saw him for maybe 2 days before he had to get another plane. There were times he didn't have a job and we had to tighten our belts. But we never went without food in our stomachs, a roof over our head, and heat in the winter. Despite everything, I'm glad he's my dad. I owe a lot to him.

 

[Large Marge]

my dad is basically hank hill. he's somewhat stoic/reserved, a handyman, takes pride in his work, likes his beer, and loves his truck. my dad had an abusive, militant father as well but was still respectful to him.

it's not easy for him to verbally express love because of his upbringing, but it shows through his devoted acts of service (he recently offered to renovate the flooring in my house for free but i won't let him because he's an old man, lol). i can talk about anything with him, or talk about nothing at all and not feel weird about sitting in silence together. he's an incredibly kind soul and i'm very fortunate to be his daughter.

 

[Flaming_Barghast]

Great until my brain damage at 10.
After that, he was basically a roommate. I didn't talk a lot to him, he wasn't involved in any medical stuff, he stuck his head in his manual labor job.
I wouldn't have as many complaints about him if he didn't shit talk my dead mother, his wife of almost 40 years.
He holds a lot of resentment because she went from being reliant on him and looking up to him to being fiercely independent and caring more for her kids.
He grew up with an abusive father, so the idea that a wife puts the husband before the kids was drilled into him I think.
I'm probably more angry than I should be, my mom certainly had her faults and no doubt was a helicopter Karen with me, but she was everything to me. After losing her at 23, and my dad making a final promise to her (that she requested) he not remarry for at least a year.... then turned around and did it a few months later....
I'm salty. On the one hand I get it, but the more time I spend with him, the less I wish I did. I preferred not knowing the resentment he had to mom.

 

[Dysnomia]

My biological father died when I was 16. Although I hadn't seen him since I was 5 when my parents divorced. Good riddance. He was a junkie that robbed us blind and left us in abject poverty. My stepfather was a good person though. He looked a lot like Tommy Chong. He was Vietnam vet and corrections officer. My mom met him when she was working as a prison infirmary nurse.

 

[Total Norman Death]

Good - he was present and always put the family's needs first. He adores my mother and has always treated her well, was a great example to my brothers and I of how to be a husband and father (most of the time). Wish he didn't work as much when I was a kid and gave a shit about the stuff I liked at the time. He adores my daughter and left me wondering where the fuck this guy was for the last 30 years but I like seeing how light hearted he is with her. I love him and quietly treasure the time I get with him now.

 

[Doktor Grimm]

He left before I ever really got to know him. We see each other sometimes but he's kind of just some guy to me.

 

[Banquet Meal]

i met my father twice, in my entire life...the 1st time was alright..i flew out to his location, we saw some touristy stuff, he asked me questions...whatever.
the 2nd time? my mother had the bright idea of letting me go on a trip to europe with a man i had never met except for the aforementioned trip, and oh my god....the moment he found out i had a severe math disability, it was hell.
he spent 2 weeks telling me how i was too stupid to be his daughter,( he was the owner of some computer parts company in the 80s, idk exactly what but he was a massive supernerd) how i was ugly, and i was fat...i was terrified, as you can imagine..i was only 13..no one let me know he was a raging drunk, either..

so that was that, i guess. after that, i never saw or heard from him again. a while back, i decided i wanted to try and find him, to see if he even wanted to know me...and he had died. and his family had NO clue that i existed.
sucks!
yes i know im oversharing, but the idea that someones father could have so much rage and hate because their child was overweight and sucked at math is just mind blowing.

 

[The Ghost of Rarity]

I’ve talked to him 4 times in total on the phone and never met him in person, each call he made a promise he’d finally come see me. Never happened and in a cruel twist of fate my mom passed before he did. I told him to never make an attempt to contact me again and that the day he does die will be a good one.
Not my proudest moment I’ll admit, but my grief over my mother was still fresh and it felt good to finally let him know how I felt about those broken promises.

My stepdad is a good man though, and I appreciate him being in my life now more than ever. I made a promise at mom’s funeral that I’d call him every day so he never felt alone and have for the most part kept it unless I’m sick or dealing with a lot at home.
Even though I know he still loves and misses my mom a lot I hope he will find another good woman soon to spend the rest of his days with

 

[Smokeski]

My dad and i bang out lines of Peruvian marching powder and drink coors. He taught me how to steal cars and lockpick safes of houses. We used to take trips to empty houses of his "friends" where he'd tell me that we have specific areas to look at for things we needed to keep safe for them. I was 12 at the time, and it wasn't until i was 16 did i realize we were burglarizing houses. I committed my first grand theft auto at 13 too. Dad's bad ass, we did a stint in San Quentin together, and he picked me up from my other stint in Stateville. We've had our ups and downs. He's getting old, but we have great conversations after a few bumps of glass.

 

[⚞⛇⚟]

Dont wanna talk about it

Why did you post then retard?

 

[souschef]

Dad taught me how to cook and to disregard bitches

I miss him every day

 

[Luke Heaven 13!]

Though my parents were (and still are) married, Dad wasn’t there when I was young because he always working. Out of high school though he was always there helping me. My Dad is a boomer, but not the American boomer. He didn’t give me cliche bullshit advice. He just helped me solve problems and provided wisdom. He also influenced my gay autistic taste in music so thanks Dad. We talk almost everyday and I have gotten in the habit of sending him “SAAARRRR” audios. All in all, love my Dad and sad I don’t get to see him as often as I want to.

 

[Genuine Orientalist]

My father is a fat soy hyper-leftist(been to communist party meetings) faggot who latches onto bullshit eastern spirituality and zodiac type stuff whose only male friends are a troon and a convicted pedophile. I do not talk to him at all because he’s manic and delusional and I don’t see that ever changing but it’s quite sad. I get a little solace in laughing at his facebook antics however. He’s a funny personal cow at the very least.

 

[MightyMorphin'Willbender]

It's a tad weird; we live far apart.
I'd text/call more if my attempts to reach out ( "hey how are you?") weren't 75% of the time ignored, often immediately after responding to other prompts, like sharing a picture or whatever.

Feels like a weird chicken game where whoever shows that they care about the other loses, and I just happen to lose more often than him.

 

[Meriasek]

Good. I love my dad.

 

[YHWH's Strongest Soldier]

He's a Kiwi Farms user.