What did your father teach you
My dad was a terrible person when I was growing up. He was mean, abusive, aggressive, judgmental asshole and an overall terrible father. He was overtly racist and sexist, just a nasty bigoted person overall. He just seemed to hate everyone and I never understood him. My parents divorced when I was 11 and he didn’t get custody. We barely spoke outside of holidays and occasional awkward visits. Eventually, my mom remarried and shortly afterward he did too.
He ended up marrying a Spanish woman with an openly gay son. This was in the 90s, in Georgia, and it wasn’t as socially acceptable as it is today. After that, he really learned to be more tolerant of different people.
One day when I was about 15 I was visiting him at his house and he started to cry. It was unexpected, to say the least. This mean-spirited asshole that I had resented most of my life just broke down right in front of me and asked me to forgive him. He said he used to hate his life and took it out on us. He said his number one regret in life was that he wasn’t there for me growing up. He said he would spend the rest of his life with that regret and pain. I will always remember that day.
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