Kinda have mixed emotions on this one. Lost a friend of mine about 5 years ago, meanest grumpiest old fart you’d ever want to meet. OK he wasn’t mean but he was a grumpy old fart. He ranched 12 sections about 8 miles east of our place and raised 3 kids with his first wife Beth. Beth died of cancer when she was 58 years old, Bob remarried 4 years later. All but one of Bob’s kids left the ranch and this area as soon as they could, his youngest daughter who stayed died of skin cancer at 32. Later oil was discovered on the ranch and Bob and Sandy started making a little money. When Bob died the two kids came out of hiding and started making demands on Sandy who was given orders by Bob not to give them kid’s a damn thing. “I raised them, put them through college and now they ignore me”, these words I heard myself. Sandy is still on the ranch, I was a pallbearer at Bob’s funeral and I don’t have a clue where his kid’s are now.
well did it ever occur to you that maybe he wasn’t that great of a dad? Maybe he beat them. I bet there is a reason.