how did your father treat you ?
Mine did not like me very much...He acted like I would never amount to anything. He never had time for me..He made fun of anything that might embarrass me in front of his friends. He hit me on many occations, because I didn't do what he said the right way? yes ,His way was the only right way...I think now that He had gay feeling for me and he ran away from them and that he would have fucked me and make me suck on his big dick , by the way a dick that I didn't get from him..Another reason to make fun of me.. mine is small in contrast..He call me a ''Bull in a china shop" all my life..and he made me work hard all the time with a list of things I had to do before he came home from work...I never got to play with friends after school because of this. because I didn't like to do the things he did I was Queer and a sissy, too him..He died never telling me he loved me or that he was proud of me...I'm Bi and have been married to a fine lady for 34 years and have a good and happy life now and I did make good.
Guys , you will never know . and I hope you never do feel as low as my oldman made me feel about myself. No incouragement , and my Mother was affected by his bad temper too.. She was the light in the darkness for me and He hated that.and Me even more because of her love for me.and treated her badly verbely as he did me.[he never hit her like he beat me].when you are in pain from someone close to you, you try even harder to please them..Well my efforts got me in even deeper. as I have said before He wanted to use me as his bitch boy and was scared to death that He was a practricesing QUEER his word not mine..My aunt told me his friends were Homo's and that they tried to make Him into one ? He was a sargent in the AirForce overseas in New Gunie , and He ,had a deal with some pilots to bring him supplies to eat and he fixed their planes for them his self ( very good with all things mechanical ) and got in trouble with his comander or some big wheel and almost got shot for disobeying a order, I think he was over there away form home and acted on his feelings for men, and sucked some dick and fucked around, and got fucked and came back home a mean son of a Bitch , mad that he couldn't be free with gay sex back home with my Grandmother..She was a wonderful woman and loved me and kept me out of trouble as much as she could...so you see I didn't have a chance as a sweet chuby,little guy who wanted more that anything for his dad to love him..He has been dead many years now and I still HURT over it..I put a red rose on his grave every Jan. 18 th , His Birthday ..still trying....
thanks guys......I have had some bad times and thought I might give up and take some pills or some stupid thing like that...but ...as in all things, someone good cum's into your life and it all gets better and the bad gets forgotton in the good and you grow up a little and know you did the best you could do with what you had to work with...Thanks to all you good Guys that gave me the push I needed to go on and be the very Best I could Be...in spite of a bad ole man who didn't like his self as much as he didn't like me...I have wonderful kids '' Twin Girls " He didn't like them eather...but i Love them to the top of the hills....amen....if I would have had a boy He would have been loved and respected..and given every possible advantage I could give Him and all my Love too....
Seems we had the same fathers. Mine was just as bad as the rest of yours. The up side is... He's Dead !!
Mine was and still is very verbally abusive to me. As a kid he would hold guns to my head, beat me with baseball bats, and choke me with cords. I was fortunate enough to get away from him, because of my grades, to go to a seminary. But he still thinks he can control me and abuse me. But I have turned the tables on him and have shunned my family to the point where he feels hurt and abused. He has never been against my sexual preference so there I'm lucky. I think he is resentful that he knocked up my mother at a very early age and had to marry her and really lost his youth. So I'm the reason he didn't have a life. And it dosen't help matters much that I'm a strong willed person so what ever he says or does just rolls off my back. The strange thing is when I've done something that has given him a reason to be proud, he has spared no words on how I've made him proud. Yet he would never tell me that. He has told many people that he did so many bad things to me in my life and that he is sorry but has still never spoken to me or said he is sorry to me for my horrible life at home. So, until that happens, I have no feelings for him. He is just gave up a load to produce me. That's all.
Mine was an abusive asshole who used to terrorize us. It took me many many years to get over it.