Postby WildcatOne » Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:49 pm
Thanks, guys, and T, yes, I thought about you and our conversation about our relationships with our fathers. On the way to Des Moines from Oscaloosa, folks, T and I discovered that we had very similar upbringings and very similar, very strained relationships with our fathers growing up. He knows how hard this was for me to sack up and do. It was like standing up to a bully and being ready to take the punches. My Dad has had an attitude with me all my life and I have never once been able to get the upper hand with him...I gave up on believing that he would some day treat me as an equal and talk to me with respect. It's a very long and deep-rooted story that goes back to when he was 3 years old and his father died. He was then raised by my Grandmother's brother, Uncle Henry, who as it turned out was a predator and a hateful and cold man who didn't want to be there and treated the kids that way. My Dad pretty much grew up with Uncle Henry's personality. He gave us a privileged life, we never wanted for anything, but I always had a deep feeling of "Why doesn't my Dad like me?"...it lingers to this day...like I say, he didn't have an easy go of it, and he never had a father's love. I learned a lot from him about how NOT to treat my kids. They hang out with me and don't feel intimidated by being around me and saying exactly what they're thinking. This event was a major life-shock and change for my Dad, and it had to be me who confronted him. I did not ask him anything; I ordered him with honor and I made him comply with what I was saying. I let him know right off the top that the structure of our previous relationship had ended and this new one was beginning...he completely agreed and he thanked me. I made him see the error and the danger in what he was doing and I let him know that it was unacceptable. This begins the final chapter of his life, and he was instinctively reluctant to open it, but it was past time. This chapter is just beginning. They still live independently in the beautiful house in Galveston. Both of them are falling all the time. Muriel has broken her nose and split her head open, so has he. Any day now, one of them is going to fall and break a hip, and that will be the end of it for them there. They will have to move into an assisted living environment. They are putting it off as long as they can, and I am OK with that, but I know it's coming, sooner than I want it to. I'll be honest and tell you that I hope I don't live near that long. I don't want to go through what they're going through, but they both wanted to live long and I'm glad they are doing that, it's just not my idea of a good life for me. Once my kids grow up, and I have my affairs in order, fine. I've had time to think about stuff like this. Guess I'll shut up. WC1
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