I put off answering this question,
not because I’ve nothing good to say about my Dad, but because I don’t think I can do him justice. So I’ve compiled a list of how wonderful my dad is, and remember, he’s at least five times as wonderful as anything I’ve written here.

1. When I was four (sis was five and little bro was two) my mother fucked off to god knows where. Dad rolled up his sleeves, slapped on his hat, and buckled down to take care of three kids. He did his best for us.

2. When he was young, he was taking college classes, and planned to become a forest ranger. The thought of working outdoors for his entire life made him deliriously happy. When my grandfather was hurt and unable to work, Dad quit college and came home to get a job in a local factory to take care of his parents. Soon after, Dad was married and taking care of a family of his own. He worked at that factory until his retirement just a few years ago. That place destroyed his hearing, gave him arthritis and numerous other health problems, and he’s still thankful he got to work there, because it gave him the means to take care of his family.

3. Dad gave me a love of so many things, some of which include: Comics. Hiking. Camping. Astronomy. Animals. Alcohol. Horrible puns. ("Excuse the pun," he'd say. "There's no excuse for puns." I'd answer)

4. He gave me a tolerance for anyone different than myself, and a willingness to listen to different points of view.

5. He taught me to drive. That’s love right there. When I was being a terribly bitchy mean teenager round the house, he’d toss me the keys and get me out of there before my stepmom could kill me.

6. He taught me to slow down and see beauty.

7. During the six months it took to plan my wedding, he reminded every chance he got that it wasn’t too late to back out.

8. He reminded me again in the foyer of the church as he was about to walk me down the aisle.

9. Fourteen years later he still reminds me there’s always room at home if I ever need to move back.

10. Some of my favorite times are sitting on the patio with wine and my dad. We can talk for hours once we get going.

Too many more to name. I could go into my childhood, teenage boyfriends, and so many other stories about my dad, but I can sum everything up with this:

I never once doubted I was loved.

I can only hope I’ve made my kids feel the same.
(ladydyani, Wed 1 Dec 2010, 16:59, 4 replies)

sounds like your dad doesn't think much of your partner ;)

( mictoboy shitting in your cunt since, Wed 1 Dec 2010, 17:35, closed)

This,
plus the fact that daddy is a total doormat.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 1 Dec 2010, 19:45, closed)

How so?
(ladydyani, Wed 1 Dec 2010, 20:36, closed)

It's not that he doesn't like hubby
But he's pretty sure I can do better. :-)
(ladydyani, Wed 1 Dec 2010, 20:36, closed)