Has to be dad for me. We've always been close,or a least as close as he'll let anyone get. We live on the same street so we still see each other often.
Haven't seen my flaky mother for ages,like 30+ years. Last contact I had with her was initiated by her lawyer. When you file a frivolous suit against your son,it's not a good sign.
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Close to my mom (who doesn't like my CDing) and don't really care to have contact with my dad.
I was sort of a mama's boy. The only type of bonding I had with my dad was I was his work slave. The only time we spent was when we went for fire wood and mixing cement and what ever else that man wanted done. Other than that the only influence he had on me was cars. It's like in that movie with Tom Hanks and Jackie Gleson "Perfect Strangers" The characters could only talk about baseball whereas my father and I can only talk about cars. However, my mom and I were like a mother and daughter some times. She'd take me with her shopping to the beauty salon, we'd talk, just about everything. However, I wasn't a sissy, I got dirty, into trouble, I was into bmx, played ball. At about 12 or 13 is when the macho pride kicked in, the testosterone was kicking in and I didn't want to hang out with my mom anymore. My dad was a rolling stone and just rolled away one day. They divorced when I was a teenager and I discovered pot and drinking and girls and wound up with the wrong crowd. I remember spending a Saturday with my pops at around age 17, he said today your gonna learn to ride a Harley whether you want to or not. I was hooked. Then when it got dark he came out all shinny with Cologne and a black vest and handed me a $20 said order your self a pizza, I'm going to the VFW. That was his halfass parenting. I'm an only child, Im 38 now and he's got one leg in the grave, now we get along, but my dressing up business is something he can never ever know. My mom and I shop together from time to time. She know all about me. The end
[SIZE="2"]I was closer to my mother emotionally – she protected me in many ways, since I was a sensitive, shy boy. I was much closer to my father than either of my two sisters, but not close emotionally. He and I worked together and generally had a pretty good working relationship. After my mother died my father and I were very close, at least in terms of proximity – I took care of him in his old age and tried to keep his mind active by discussing things he would be interested in. I also cooked and cleaned for him, and generally did nearly everything my mother once did. However, we never did any of those father-son bonding rituals that more normal dads engage in. I think both of my parents were reluctant authority figures, but they put up a good “front” and made the best of the situation my father created. October 3rd was the anniversary of my mother’s death – I always remember it, since we were very close…Quote:
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Such a range of child/parent relationships we have in this thread. I never felt truly close to either of my parents. Over the past couple years I've reflected back on my relationships with people, family and friends alike, and have realized that I was the one that distanced myself from them. People would always call or drop by for a visit, and I was never available for them. I guess I am stingy when it comes to the free time I have available after working all week and when you've only got two days to do everything that needs to be done, it is easier to leave the phone off the hook, (so to speak), and focus on personal needs and goals. After all, what difference does it matter if I actually did go to a bar for a game and a couple of beers? None. Would not impact my well being, (unless I got picked up for DWI/DUI, then it would be a negative impact).
I never even cried at my dad's funeral. Not sure why, but didn't feel "it". In roughly twenty years, I spoke with my parents all of maybe twenty times. Always ended on the same note... I'm a sinner, going to burn in hell, need to get right with Jesus, blah blah blah... If the so-called "Christians" believe that God created humankind in his image and that God makes NO mistakes, then all humans are created in God's image! Straight, Gay, Bisexual, Brown and Peach, male and female and every combination thereof.