Apparently I don't have this ability, or he doesn't, or some combination of the two.
I honestly feel like I am talking to some alien person when we try and have a serious conversation.
Does anyone else have this issue ? Or am I just especially fuged up? (yeah yeah)
I tried almost my entire life to make my Father proud of me. (Never happened.)
He never understood me, of course it would have helped, if he was around and not in meetings all the time.
He was disgusted that I played with dolls as a kid. (GI Joes)
That I would go to work for a company (I was an engineer with IBM) that wasn't union.
That I wasn't humping everything in a skirt. (There's no such thing as a bad piece of @**.) Maybe that was the reason he related better to my ssiter?
How come I called "Collect" after Hugo hit. (I had no power, phone, nothing. I called to get a care package sent to me (Batteries/candles.) And how I was going to pay him back!)
He was pissed that I called again from Saudi Arabia for another care package. (For Gold Bond Powder!)
Both times, my Mom put together a care package and mailed it to me. (And Yes, I paid her/them back.)
I always credited my Mom with raising me. I used to say that "My Mom raised me to be a man withoug being a Moma's boy."