LMAO, that is so much like i wrote this above.
I as well do very well, but good ol dad still likes to throw out the critiques. My brother was a mommas boy through and through, as well hiding in the house playing Atari etc as i was out busting hump with pops. My dad was the hardest working guy i know. By far, and several friends of the family would give him the gears about my work habits, they often complained i worked like a man as a young fella. I did, but i was happy doing it. I mentioned before, i love work, i love lifting things, moving things and hands on labor.
I still do, I will say if not for my fathers pushing me, i would not be as successful as i am, with the work ethic i have, not even close.
One more thing i will say, i started to let my dads comments slide, his criticisms go by the way side. I am a stubborn sob and went years without talking to my folks. Many years. Then one day i looked in the mirror and said, you knbow what...I will not change my father, he has given me a lot, and taught me a ton, im going to let it go.
I still have a hard time at times, but i keep thinking of the good things he has done. When i stopped communications i needed to as i was still discovering myself and who i was. I was work in progress, and i could not have that negativity constant pressure.
Now my pops and i get along better, i see the positives, and remember his teachings and time we spent. He worked away in camps and ran his farm, so he was away a lot and i was the man of the house and left at 15 on my own, never borrowed 5 bucks from anyone, no joke at all, i did it on my own. 15...I look at 15 year olds today and am astounded.
Anyway, my mom called and my dad had a stroke possibly, he is going in to doc and not wanting to. Fighting it tooth and nail.
No one could make him go, you know who did?
ME, as he respects me more than anyone else in the world, and it was unbeknownst to me until a few years ago, i saw it. I did not tell him to go, i talked with him, for a long period and he hates talking on the phone.
i am so very happy i made peace with my dad, and let shit go, as i would feel forever terrible if he dies or gets disabled etc, and i was not able to mend the fences.
My mother and i still not great, but work in progress. They are in mid to late 70's. I let it go, and have found a little less anxiety and negativity after i did.
Not saying you should do any of this Sorbate, not at all. Just sharing.
And you are truly an expert derailer...lol..I didn't really pay attention to it, but heard you admit you are, now i see what you mean...I am in now, hook line and sinker contributing to the derailing process...
LOL JK , i am good with it brother in iron.
I still talk to my dad, we get along fine as long as I talk about what he thinks is right, lol.
My moms great. She was like a friend when I was growing up. I didn’t hang around the house with her, but could talk to her about anyrhing and knew I’d never be judged and if she told my dad he never said anything.
Reminds me of a story, so I bang this slut at the bar, no rubber, so I’m digging at my crotch at work, (my mom was working temporarily for me) and my mom looks at me and says,
Go to the doctor, you likely got a disease from that girl you slept with.
Anyhow I went and yeah chlamydia is what I got.
I told her and she laughed, “the way you were scratching it I figured you got something”. No big deal to her. Just like I was telling a buddy.
My mom never got old in her mind. So many times my buddies would be over, we would be priming for the bar, having a couple beer, we would make her a drink, she’d get a buzz (my dad almost never drank, like 1 beer) and she would be like, take me with you. We would be like, sure, get dressed, let’s go. Then she would say, I can’t your dad would get angry.
Then my dad would bark out of the other room, great, you going to leave and your mom is going to be drunk (she would have had one drink, maybe 2, she would only have a buzz no where near drunk, but now happy wanting to have fun, god forbid)
I have no idea why my dad became so angry all the time. About 8 years ago, realizing how I was getting angry like him decided to start letting things just slide. I didn’t want to be negative and angry all the time.
Like your dad, my dad is a hell of a worker, and is why I’m the same. I’ve even got the odd compliment from him about that. And yeah like your brother, mines lazy, lol.
I remember when I was working at his meat plant (it was huge, 400 employees) I ran the sausage kitchen. I had a bit of a drinking problem, like everyday.
So he says to me.
“As your father, I hate that you drink like this, but as your boss, even though you drag your ass the first hour, you get more work done in 6 hours than a normal person does in 8, but I still wish you’d slow down drinking , it runs in the family.”
Years later he said to me, (this was when he was working at my shop), “I see the amount of work you have to do, and think no way you are going to get it done, then somehow you get it done early. I don’t know how you do it sometimes.”
But I don’t normally overthink it. I talk to him, but am happy I’m 2000 miles away, lol.
But seriously though, I’d rather he just be my friend, I’m grown up. I’m happy with who I am, what I’ve become. I don’t need any more training, lol.