Now THAT is a true Father. It's a shame mine can't even use the words "you're welcome" or acknowledge his sons or at least give some kind of uplifting words or support.
In his head, it is STILL 1950, and run under his strict and total and full control. I just stay in my room and do my own thing. We talk sure, even went to an event recently, and for the last few times didn't have to hear any lectures from him, thank god. But when you're raised with physical abuse, it can be hard to even look at the person who abused you. Anyway, yeah...
