I have been thinking about this a bit lately. I haven't even spoken to him since about '93 and wouldn't gaf if he died tomorrow tbh. I have got past the point where I used to be scared I might be as shit as him but pretending otherwise. Sometimes I think having a shit dad that you can easily cut loose is a gift in some ways. I dread to think how awful it would be maintaining a faux friendship with such a twat for the last two decades.
― xelab, Tuesday, 24 November 2015 22:03 (eight years ago) link