My Father is Dying My father is dying. He has been dying on and off now for at least the last twelve years. Two weeks ago however, my mother finally put him in a nursing home. So, he must be really, really be dying this time.

The truth is I never really liked my father. As a kid, I took on my mother’s anger towards him. She would tell me all these awful things about him. She would tell me how pathetic he was and how pathetic all the men in her life had been. Then, when I got angry at my father for being pathetic my mother would become angry at me. “Why don’t you love your father, he is such a good man.” I learned several years ago that she was worried that was a lesbian because, I did not like my father and therefore did not like men. You just can’t win in my family.

So here it is years later and I understand what my mother did. I understand that what she did was wrong. I understand that her relationship with my Dad is not my relationship with him. And you know what, dying or not, I still do not like my father.  ¶ 7/25/2007 10:40:00 AM