I recently had a phone conversation with my father that just about sums up my relationship with him. He says something incredibly insensitive, I get upset, we have a very awkward conversation, at least on my end, and we hang up. Then we don't speak for a couple of months.
I wish I had an idea of what a good dad is. I think if he had been a different kind of dad when my siblings and I were growing up, I wouldn't be so fucked up. I wish I felt like my dad loved me, but I don't think he knows how to love. He's very self-centered, and sees his family in terms of what they should be doing for him. If I compare it to a sports team, I am definitely second string offspring. I sit the bench a lot, and that's fine with me. Believe me, the feeling is mutual. He's the second string parent.
With Father's Day coming up, I've been thinking a lot about this. He's old, and in poor health. I don't wish bad things for him. Not at all. I hope he's around for a while longer. But I wonder if I will miss him when he's gone. I worry that I won't, or is it that I worry that I will?
Well, it is what it is, and for the most part, I am okay with that. I don't expect he'll change. I just wonder sometimes what it would have been like.



