At an emotional crossroad

I have nothing to say in these things. My Dad and I were confrontational for most of my growing up. He never really taught me a damn thing. He could tell me to do something and then yell when I screwed up. He never shared my "cars" although later in life he bought Gramps 54 Jag and he and Mom got some enjoyment. He was a hard worker, never very rich, and honest as they come. In later years, he and I were "better." But never "close." Not really. I have a lot of respect for the way he worked and didn't squander, rather, took care of the family for food, warmth, housing.

I feel for ya. It is tough.