I did ask that, and it took the conversation to a bizarre place.
When I asked if he cared what happened to his kids or grandkids, he asked if I believed in God.
I said no, and asked what that had to do with anything. He said, if I believed in God, I’d go to heaven.
So, that’s his suggestion: suffer through a miserable, doomed existence, and then go to heaven when you die.
Things that I found interesting from that:
He pretends to be a Christian, but he is filled with hate and just wants to pick fights with everyone. I think he doesn’t actually know anything about what being Christian is, other than if you’re not, you burn in hell for all eternity.
My mom, whose beliefs generally align fairly closely with his, does not want to cause trouble, unlike him. So, while he immediately tries to start shit, she’ll avoid topics that will result in argument. She will certainly avoid asking questions if she doesn’t want to hear the answer. So, she visibly cringed when he asked if I believed in God, because she knew what was coming next.
Lots of teenagers dramatically accuse their parents of being fascists, but in my case, he’s the real thing. He’s not quite a Nazi, but if they came to power in the U.S. he’d be goose-stepping along with them. He idolizes Nazi Germany, but pretty much considers modern Nazis to be pathetic losers.
In the strange, twisted world of child/parent relationships, I’m stuck. I know what he is, but he’s also my father. I’m twisted up. I know he loves me, and I love him, but I hate what he is if that makes any sense.
My wife and my kids can’t stand him, but everything I have and most of what they have comes from him. He knows that I disagree with him about almost everything he cares about, but if I go to him for help, he’ll help without question and without strings attached.
He wasn’t always this bad. He had been better for years, but then as he has declined physically and can’t pretend he’s young anymore, he became more miserable, and I think he wants everyone else to be miserable too.
My dad switched from saying it isn’t real to saying he’ll be dead soon so he won’t have to experience it.
Jokes on him: it’s happening faster than he thought. He’s getting to experience it anyway.
First person that uses that argument with me, I’m going to tell them, in no uncertain terms, to stop voting since the same argument applies.
Ask him if he cares about the world that his kids and grand-kids will have to live in, or is he just a selfish asshole.
I did ask that, and it took the conversation to a bizarre place.
When I asked if he cared what happened to his kids or grandkids, he asked if I believed in God.
I said no, and asked what that had to do with anything. He said, if I believed in God, I’d go to heaven.
So, that’s his suggestion: suffer through a miserable, doomed existence, and then go to heaven when you die.
Things that I found interesting from that:
He pretends to be a Christian, but he is filled with hate and just wants to pick fights with everyone. I think he doesn’t actually know anything about what being Christian is, other than if you’re not, you burn in hell for all eternity.
My mom, whose beliefs generally align fairly closely with his, does not want to cause trouble, unlike him. So, while he immediately tries to start shit, she’ll avoid topics that will result in argument. She will certainly avoid asking questions if she doesn’t want to hear the answer. So, she visibly cringed when he asked if I believed in God, because she knew what was coming next.
Lots of teenagers dramatically accuse their parents of being fascists, but in my case, he’s the real thing. He’s not quite a Nazi, but if they came to power in the U.S. he’d be goose-stepping along with them. He idolizes Nazi Germany, but pretty much considers modern Nazis to be pathetic losers.
In the strange, twisted world of child/parent relationships, I’m stuck. I know what he is, but he’s also my father. I’m twisted up. I know he loves me, and I love him, but I hate what he is if that makes any sense.
My wife and my kids can’t stand him, but everything I have and most of what they have comes from him. He knows that I disagree with him about almost everything he cares about, but if I go to him for help, he’ll help without question and without strings attached.
He wasn’t always this bad. He had been better for years, but then as he has declined physically and can’t pretend he’s young anymore, he became more miserable, and I think he wants everyone else to be miserable too.