As usual, the child knows more than some stranger poking his head in. I defer.
You should not give a crap what I think.
But I hear people every day speak of their fathers as I saw you do, and I knew them both. The child was, nine times out of ten, just pissed at the old man for some slight, never mind the effort dear old dad actually put in. They had been taught that no matter what the father did for them, it would never be enough.
I reiterate: I wish I had a nickel for ever ungrateful BRAT I’ve met in my life. Present company obviously excepted.
Thank you for listening to my words and then answering me as you did. I appreciate your ability to understand this child’s point of view.
After the divorce I thought I only had one father in this world and that time would move swiftly. We did have those few remaining years of contact where he could see my children and they could love each other. When he died two months ago, my heart was at peace, because he knew I loved him. He loved me, the best that he could.