I was born in 1967. I have two other siblings. My father left us in 1980 because he wanted to live the playboy lifestyle and mess around with lots of women.
About ten years later he found a woman who would marry him. And at the same time he became a fundamentalist Baptist Christian. Afterwards, he distanced himself from us and the rest of the extended family. When I would talk with him, everything and anything revolved around God and Jesus. It was weird.
Last week, his wife of 33 years died. I attended the funeral yesterday. A bunch of his church friends were there. They all dressed and talked like Jerry Falwell & Jim Bakker. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Based on my interactions with him over the past 30 years, I can only assume the cult/church he attends preaches against socializing with people outside their religion, even if they’re family members.
I am bitter. Growing up, my dad was never a perfect person. Lots of faults. But at least he was honest and “real.” But then he got deeply into the church stuff. I and my siblings and everyone else in our family were suddenly pushed to the wayside.
He’s now 85. Living alone in Kettering, Ohio, in a nice house on a nice plot of land. Physically, he is still in decent shape.
I am not sure what, if anything, I should do at this point. On the one hand, I am still upset he left us high-and-dry in 1980, leaving my poor (and drug-addicted) mother and us three kids in poverty. On the other hand, he’s my father, and it’s kind of hard for me to be critical of him given my own faults & deficiencies. I am a lot like him in many respects, for better or worse.
It’s like my dad died 30 years ago. And I blame some of it on the church he attends. Fuck them.