Close so many times, ecspecially when I was younger, he is a recovering alcoholic, and got sober for the first time right before I turned like 12 or 13, so I was an angry young man, and he was a piece of shyt in my mind. I didn’t think I had to listen to a word he fukking said, because although I didn’t think my childhood sucked that much, when he started the “making amends” part of the process/steps, I for 1. Saw it as weakness (you have to understand, my father was GOD to me, highly respected by everyone he/we knew, and he commanded my respect or I would get the belt) and 2. In the process of making amends brought up a lot of shyt that I suppressed (abandonment shyt, borderline physical, all the way verbal abuse towards my mom, etc..), so at this point I’m like “you are a fukking a$$hole, drunk, fukk you”. I started drinking and drugging pretty heavy around that time, too, so my house was fukking CHAOS. We would start the yelling, and the shoving, but my mom was always there to stand between us before it went to actual punches. She always said, “you two are the same fukking person, why don’t you both get the fukk out”.
Over the years, we have worked out the issues, and we are closer than we have ever been. Looking back, it was inevitable, cooler heads could have never prevailed, and it taught me a lot. Nowadays, 40, with a daughter that is about to turn 18, I can say, I have NEVER gotten drunk in front of her, and have NEVER disrespected my wife in a way that would even appear to be looked at as “abuse”.
The funniest thing about the whole thing is, my little brother always asks us who would win in a fight between us, pops thinks he could get me, but I just laugh it off and look at him, and he knows I would fukking WASH him up.
Over the years, we have worked out the issues, and we are closer than we have ever been. Looking back, it was inevitable, cooler heads could have never prevailed, and it taught me a lot. Nowadays, 40, with a daughter that is about to turn 18, I can say, I have NEVER gotten drunk in front of her, and have NEVER disrespected my wife in a way that would even appear to be looked at as “abuse”.
The funniest thing about the whole thing is, my little brother always asks us who would win in a fight between us, pops thinks he could get me, but I just laugh it off and look at him, and he knows I would fukking WASH him up.


Luckily for me, I got my then girlfriend (now wife) pregnant and stopped being a dirt-bag.
Hard headed idiots ain't never gon learn.


