No, I've never had a good relationship with him.
It's funny how somebody can have such an influence on how you are as a person, yet I hardly know the man. I don't think I hate him anymore...I just pity him. He's a sad old man who pissed away his life, and everything in it.
It kind of hurts that I'll never have a relationship with him, and he'll probably die soon, the way he's always carried on. He's had too many close calls already. I know one day I'll get a phone call and that'll be it. I think I've been trying to prepearing myself emotionally for it. Especially now, the age I'm at, I'm finding myself wishing I had some sort of guidance, or advice of some sort.
and I know I can't get that from either of my parents. It kind of makes me sad, but life isn't fair, and you just deal with the hands it's given you.