My dad isn't really my biological father but I have never thought about him in that way. He's always been around and I really look up to him. He grew up with Italian parents and had always been taught to be a gentleman. He works hard to provide for my mum, little brother, sister and I and he's just the sort of person that get's along with most people. He may be a grumpy old fart but I admire him and love him dearly.
I think he's pretty cool, loves all his many kids, would do pretty much anything to protect us, has a bit of a drinking problem, gets into too many brawls, and should give me his Indian... to sum it up, he's pretty cool, but should take it easy and give me his motorcycle.
My dad is a GOOD man. He is sensitive, very moral, very hardworking, knows how to relax and have fun, and he stands tall. He is fucked up about his son. Its almost like his son is his ticket to youth and life again, and he lives through him . He buys him everything, does everything with him, gets angry to the point of pulling out his knife because his son didnt get dinner (well is son was pouting like a baby because he didnt want thanksgiving dinner). ...And my dad is surprise that when he gives me attention, I walk away.
my dad has a way of ruining every special occaision by being a dick. but it's one of those things that is so easily linked to his terrible family history and the fact that my family is full of drama queens and pushy bastards with tempers. but i'm never doing christmas at their house again.
I am in a bind because I would leave by Christmas, but the only program that I think is the best for me at school, is at the school right by me now. I should just find a shitty apartment.
My dad was always the one that kept everyone laughing at family get togethers. Today was his birthday. Had he not passed away he would be 83.
i'm the family smart ass, my little sister is the clown, my older brother is the epic story-teller, my other older brother is the butt of all the jokes, and my little brother is the big, solid, cuddle bear and protector, dal sings the songs nad mom keeps the alcohol flowing.
My youngest sister and I are the comedians. My middle sister is the "poor me I'm the middle child" and my mom is just a happy go lucky woman that misses dad terribly.
Dad lived for his kids, he always had time for everyone of his children. I am so fortunate to have had parents who always supported their children in every way possible.
I love my dad sooo much, lol. I'm the worst Daddy's girl in existence, I don't even live at home and he still claims I have him wrapped around my finger and he still spoils the shit out of me. But really...as conservative and by the book as he can be, we're so close.
my dad has not talked to me, but has spoken and seen to my sister, within the last five years (he has actually seen her in the last few months) so as far as i'm concerned he can get hit by a bus.
haha perfect seeing this right after my dad has a bad day. he was really angry in the car after me and my brother got back from the store. i think my dad is too sensitive and wasnt ready to be a dad in america when he became one. im not a fan
I am truly blessed. I had the kind of family growing up that all my friends wish they could have had.
I loved my dad. He laughed a lot, sang a lot, and put me and my brother before everything else in the world. Cancer got him when I was in 7th grade.
mixed feelings. he's the only person i've ever come across whose brain operates similarly to how mine does. it's a lot of fun to hang out with him and get drunk and high. on the other hand, he's a weak and pathetic person who has stolen from me, my mom, his friends, his work, cheated on my mom, is a hardcore alcoholic, took up cigarettes and cocaine in his 50's, rarely takes care of his responsibilities, lately he's been somewhat delusional, the list goes on. i still believe he wants to do what is right, so i can't hate him for it, but like i said, he's kind of weak and pathetic. and it scares me because we operate so similarly; i'm afraid i might end up similar to him.