My dad was a real prick. After I got married,
he never came to visit except once when it was
on his way to get a pickup truck, or something.
He and mom stayed one day and left.
My mom visited when my son was born and helped
for a few days. Never visited again.
While my dad was in my house, he asked if it
came down to it, would we take him and mom in
to live with us. I said, yes. He said, “You
mean you’d take food out of your baby’s mouth?”
What a prince. By brother and his wife went to
visit mom and dad and brought along some sort of
food or other. Dad said he didn’t need their
charity, and threw the food out, bringing my
brother to tears. Thing is dad was a retired
contractor with two hundred thousand in the
bank and no mortgage. He wanted for nothing.
He was just a prick.
I guess with families, your mileage may vary.