You know, it may well be that he was afraid to find out what kind of father he could be or just plain afraid. I left my son and his mother not long after he was born and for a long while only saw him during the summers. Then came a period when I didn’t see him much at all. I had no excuse for it, but I was afraid, I think, of the responsibility and the commitment. He was born after I came home from RVN. Later, at about the time of his (first) marriage, I did go back and we reconciled. But we both made the effort and it worked. It could work for you, but only after you really think about it a lot!
No, this dillhead cares for no one but himself. I was 6 when he left for Vietnam. He and my bio mother had split in ‘61 and left me in foster care. The military has nothing to do with it.
He doesn’t have PTSD, he’s got BAJDAJ (born a jerk, die a jerk).
The way I see, if you’re man enough to stick it in, you better be man enough to take care of what comes out. As for being “afraid”???? Are you kidding me? Sounds like an excuse to escape responsibility to me. Not buying.