Dear DUmmie,
You are a disgusting, selfish human being! Your dad provided you with a good life and all you can do is put him down because he thinks differently than you. He came by his beliefs through life experience and personal values. But you must put him down because he doesn't subscribe to the hive mind like you do. All people who are different must be excoriated, treated as outcasts (bet daddy doesn't give a flying rip).
You're damn lucky to have the life you had. I rarely saw my dad when I was growing up. When I did it was a nightmare. One of my first memories of him is him yanking me up so hard to hit me that my arm came out of its socket. My stepmother was a mean drunk (he obviously had a thing for drunks since my mom was one too) who thought it was funny to poke pins in me while I slept to see how long it would take me to wake up. She'd hold knives to my throat and threaten to kill me when she was mad at my dad. They had me thrown in juvenile hall for being beyond parental control (it was the best, most peaceful time in that entire year). I begged my mother to let me come home. They spent most of my childhood arguing with each other about whose responsibility I was. Thankfully, I had wonderful grandparents who raised me more than my parents did.
But ya know what? Yesterday was father's day and I called him and we had a great conversation. He's mellowed with age and is married to a great woman right now who makes him happy (she's still a drunk, but a nice one which is a lovely change of pace). We've made our peace with each other. My mom drank herself to death and he's the only parent I have left. My mother wasn't even out of high school when they got pregnant. She had a horrid life and I'm sure she did it to get out of her house. But they gave me life (there's no greater gift) and they did the best could for who they were. Everything happens for a reason and I'm sure I wouldn't have the wonderful husband and sons I have now. I got the crappy out of the way early in my life. God had the grace to condense it into a very small period of my life and gave me grandparents who were the best support system I could hope for. So while you're busy knocking your father and bitching about him in spite of the wonderful life you had, you might want to think count your blessings instead. Ungrateful loser!
Cindie
