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Strange shit your dad used to do when you were growing up.

Used the Bible and fear of punishment from god to keep us in line. That way he could say no or hit us or humiliate us and never be the bad guy because he was being a good Christian dad.

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Jack me off after softball practice

replies 1Jun 14, 2017 5:05 AM +00:00

cheat on my mom

replies 2Jun 14, 2017 5:09 AM +00:00

I was a fat kid which was unusual for the 70s, my dad bless his heart was ashamed of me but tried not to show it . He tried to motivate me with fear. When we were out and he saw a person with a missing limb , especially a foot or leg , he would pull me aside and point them out to me and would say " That person ate too much and got diabetes so they had to cut off his/her leg , if you keep gaining weight that will happen to you !!!"

I did lose over 100 lbs using weight watchers when I was 18. But that stuff sticks with me to this day about the missing limbs, it did actually motivate me in a way.

--Used to shop in the "husky" department , now I am a slim elder gay
replies 3Jun 14, 2017 5:19 AM +00:00

take me to his gym where I had a feast of eye candy; long, dangling cocks, ballsacs, hairy chests and armpits and my favorite when the men bent over, either smooth asscracks or hairy asscracks. damn, what fun that was, and nobody noticed I was having so much fun.

--mmm mmm
replies 4Jun 14, 2017 5:28 AM +00:00

Abandon me when I was a small child.

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Eating raw potatoes with salt

replies 6Jun 14, 2017 7:12 AM +00:00

He should have used a grammar book to keep you in line instead of a bible, OP.

replies 7Jun 14, 2017 7:36 AM +00:00

Not only my dad,but most men would just whip out their dicks and pee wherever they were. Discreetly of course,but it was so common I saw scads of dicks before i even knew I liked them! My brothers STILL do it.

replies 8Jun 14, 2017 7:53 AM +00:00

Things that, upon reflection, make me think he's a pedo/child molester.

replies 9Jun 14, 2017 8:05 AM +00:00

Lay on the couch in his boxers watching TV with his hand down his boxers fondling himself--not jacking off, just playing.

replies 10Jun 14, 2017 7:02 PM +00:00

My dad would often come into my room after a shower just wearing a towel. From about the time I was 16-20. He'd just come in and chat, catch up. I never really thought it was strange back then but now it seems a little weird.

replies 11Jun 14, 2017 8:45 PM +00:00

R8 that would make a great thread, here have you seen men whip it out and piss? I have seen this in France and Ireland, more in rural areas but also the cities. In France, aI saw a gypsy let it all hang out in a small town. He knew he was hot too, the way he held his monstrous dick and splayed the piss around.

replies 12Jun 15, 2017 4:55 AM +00:00

my father would take a red pen and color in the lips of a lot of women in pictures we had. (except his mom) still creeps me out

and i threw the photos away. I can kinda figure it out but it is so creepy.

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Patsy, you have to get yourself together and help me stage the crime scene!

Yes, you could fucking lose you Miss West Virginia title over this!

--Burke Ramsey, formerly of Boulder, CO
replies 15Jun 17, 2017 8:14 AM +00:00

Whenever he washed his face he would cup water in his hands like normal, but when he'd stick his face in it he'd blow violently- as if he were drowning. My mom always had to go in after him and clean off the counter and mirror from all the soapy spray.

He couldn't swim, maybe that was it.

replies 16Jun 17, 2017 8:28 AM +00:00

Do free favors for friends even though he had no money.

replies 17Jun 17, 2017 8:29 AM +00:00

Tell us that if we didn't eat more the wind would pick us up and carry us away. We were skinny but the wind didn't budge us so for his sake we would pretend to be afraid.

replies 18Jun 17, 2017 8:40 AM +00:00

Where to begin!

--MacKenzie P.
replies 19Jun 17, 2017 8:48 AM +00:00

He would take hot biscuits and press them to his chin before eating them.

replies 20Jun 17, 2017 9:33 AM +00:00

My dad had zero connection with me or my could tell he would be just as happy if we were never around. He was completely detached.

replies 21Jun 17, 2017 9:40 AM +00:00

Fart in my face and laugh about it

I would get him back though

replies 22Jun 17, 2017 9:46 AM +00:00

We noticed your gayling boner R4, we noticed.

replies 23Jun 17, 2017 10:05 AM +00:00

Jesus R20 you have to elaborate.

replies 24Jun 17, 2017 10:06 AM +00:00

He would make promises to do something with us, then when the day came he'd deny he made any such promise and tell us we were mental cases and liars. For three weeks I believed him when he said he was going to take me to see Star Wars on my birthday and when my b-day came he looked at me like I was stupid and denied making the promise.

replies 25Jun 17, 2017 10:09 AM +00:00

Talk out loud to himself and talk to TV. He said it was to clear his head and get his thoughts out in the open.

replies 26Jun 17, 2017 10:13 AM +00:00

He'd pop corn, put it in the bowl, turn the salt shaker upside down over it and move it around and around as the salt POURED over it. The salt would be crusted on the bottom.

replies 27Jun 17, 2017 10:26 AM +00:00

Humming tunelessly while he was eating. That's how we knew he was in a good mood.

replies 28Jun 17, 2017 11:10 AM +00:00
My dad had zero connection with me or my could tell he would be just as happy if we were never around. He was completely detached.

Same with me. He even ignored my mom. We later found out he was bi-polar. He'd forget birthdays and even Christmas! I'll never forget when as an adult, he called me up from work on Christmas Eve and asked me to come meet him to pick out a gift for my mom! He was very selfish, his gifts were always awful. He never bought my mom jewelry or something she'd like, he'd by her a set of pots!

I was so angry, I told him "Christmas is the same time every year, what the fuck is wrong with you!" I was so happy to be out of that household.

Both parents came from dysfunctional families, then proceeded to make one of their own! They should never have married and had kids. No, my mom wasn't pregnant when they married, they wanted to get married. It's a miracle that my siblings and I never had substance abuse or other problems. My parents didn't drink or do drugs, yet were so detached they might as well have. My mom did her best but her bad marriage made her depressed. Neither sought medical help when they were younger. By the time my dad's bi-polar disorder was discovered he was an old man.

I envied all my friends who came from normal and happy households. Every Summer I'd go to my best friend's parents Summer house for two weeks, those were some of the best times of my life.

replies 29Jun 17, 2017 11:29 AM +00:00

When my brother and I were about 5 we would rough-house with him and climb up on his chest when he laid down. When I would kiss him he'd stick his tongue in my mouth for a split second and we would squeal and yell ew and gross and tumble to get away. It was playful, honest, and nothing else happened ever, I think it's very weird.

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R30 loved it. Sick pig!

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sang "Mud, Mud, PI Mud. HAD A LOAD OF TATERS!"

Not Googleable. Not a response to anything. Just sitting in his chair, watching sports or some two-star 1950s or 1960s fluff movie, and erupting "Mud, Mud, PI Mud. HAD A LOAD OF TATERS!"

replies 32Jun 17, 2017 12:07 PM +00:00

Drank and fought with my mother. Or perhaps my mother fought with him. It made for a very strange, disruptive life. And now that he's gone, it's one of the few things I remember about them and him.

replies 33Jun 17, 2017 12:33 PM +00:00

He used to lay down on the couch and close his eyes and pretend to be sleeping but his eyes would be slightly open and the whole time he would be staring at us through his eye lashes. He would do this for hours pretending to be sleeping and staring at us.

He would never pay our allowance. We would work hard all week but he would say i'll pay you later. He never did.

He never cleaned anything in his whole life, I never saw him vacuum or do laundry once. He would cook but only for himself. Both my parents worked. He wouldn't throw something in the trash even if the garbage was inches away.

He enjoyed giving us kids spankings on our bare naked asses with his belt. He would say I wanna beat your asses red or say I wanna make your asses red hot!

One time me and my sister were digging around my parents bedroom and we found a box full of sex stuff- lingerie, sex props and vibrators. In the box we found a wig that was my teenage sister's exact hairstyle and color of her hair. My sister held up the wig and said ewww that looks just like MY hair. Apparently my father liked my Mom to look like my sister when they had sex.

He was mostly a selfish, lazy and detached parent. Which was a good thing. Any interaction with him was for some selfish and exploitative purpose. When he would pay attention to me it would make me nervous because that meant he wanted me to do something his lazy ass didn't want to do.

replies 34Jun 17, 2017 12:40 PM +00:00

R34. Strange dude.

replies 35Jun 17, 2017 1:00 PM +00:00

Dad was former Air Force, even worked the reserves for a while before I was born. By the time I was around he was a suit type, doctorate in education and a director at the school board. Worked long hours. Quiet unless he was angry.

I found his porn stash one day. A handful of Playboys and Penthouses, and over a dozen Playgirls.

I can't look at that porn actor Brad Kalvo - looks too much like Dad did at that age.

replies 36Jun 17, 2017 1:10 PM +00:00

Walk around in low cut briefs, sometimes white but often blue, black, or red. He was in good shape with a well shaped ass, so I think that's where my fetish for mature guys in briefs comes from. One day after school when no one was home I took a pair from the hamper and sniffed the balls and ass part. The smell was so erotic.

replies 37Jun 17, 2017 1:19 PM +00:00

Oh the dad hated me bottom is here again. Get over it already.

replies 38Jun 17, 2017 1:22 PM +00:00

He'd call-out the same words, phrases, TV jingles and theme songs ("Magilla, Gorilla for saaaale!"). Or just make nonsensical sounds.

I now think it was a mild form of Tourette's Syndrome.

replies 39Jun 17, 2017 1:30 PM +00:00
He used to lay down on the couch and close his eyes and pretend to be sleeping

My father did that too. It got to the point that when he laid down on the sofa we'd all leave the living room because it annoyed him. After 10 or 15 minutes he'd get up and find some reason to yell at us and hit us.

replies 40Jun 17, 2017 2:15 PM +00:00

When out in public, he would pretend to have an artificial leg and walk with one of his legs totally stiff

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Every time at the dinner table📗, he had to blow his nose very loud

replies 42Jun 17, 2017 3:04 PM +00:00

Mine thought he was the greatest Country singer ever. He sang all the time but he was awful🙈.

replies 43Jun 17, 2017 3:12 PM +00:00

Oh god my father did so many weird things. Just a few of 'em...

>He ate head cheese and tried to force me to eat it. (No, not THAT head cheese.)

>He would half hum and half whistle along with the songs on the Lawrence Welk Show. Off key.

>He called me a sissy.

>He pronounced the Van Wyck Expressway as the "Wan Vyck."

>He used to chase me around the house when he'd decided I'd done something wrong and when he finally caught me, he'd whack me on the ass multiple times with a wooden mixing spoon.

--Ain't we lucky we got 'em? Good times!
replies 44Jun 17, 2017 3:21 PM +00:00

He wore white fucking socks with everything even dress clothes

replies 45Jun 17, 2017 3:22 PM +00:00

Pretended I didn't exist. He's dying so now I exist.

replies 46Jun 17, 2017 3:39 PM +00:00

R34 I suspect your dad was the one wearing that wig. Either way, he was creepy.

replies 47Jun 17, 2017 4:29 PM +00:00

Ŵhy would anyone want to pretend to be asleep? What's the point?

replies 48Jun 17, 2017 4:34 PM +00:00

The only weird food my father liked was sausages, especially blood pudding. His parents were Brits.

replies 49Jun 17, 2017 4:37 PM +00:00

Never talked about the fact that his mother was Jewish.

replies 50Jun 17, 2017 4:42 PM +00:00

1. I had older gay brother and when i was 16 my dad was working on my little car with me and he said look you are going to visit your brother, just know that in his world "todays conquest is tommorrows competition" ... why would a dad say something like that to a 16yr old kid, i think i was straight then . i like girls then. it was weird.. my dad was officer in the navy younger sister used to hide in my room in the window alcove as a joke. i told me dad and he said i want to talk to you upstairs . I met with him he said your little sister says you were in your room moving your penis up and down. ( i was not so it was very very weird for him to confront me lke this.) i immediately went to my little sister i said why did you tell dad that. and she was like ..wwwwhatt? i never said that. i knew she was being honest she really never said that to him or saw me do that dad never paid any attention to any of us kids. then when he retired was home alone with just our last dog. he wrote letters to me about how he loved all his kids. long letters it was kind of sad but it was too late. i was in my 30s then , i chucked the letters could have cared less . so i was not molested at all but any insights into the above. I understand this is data lounge so all i ask is if you are going to do the snarky bit you at least make it good and funny. Also any psychology insight into what was going on is appreciated

replies 51Jun 17, 2017 4:58 PM +00:00
i think i was straight then . i like girls then. it was weird.. my dad was officer in the navy

Kiev? Siberia?

replies 52Jun 17, 2017 5:10 PM +00:00

R52. Thats all you got? boring......... simple request . If you need to be an asswipe which is expected on here. then at least be a FUNNY asswipe

replies 53Jun 17, 2017 5:13 PM +00:00

After reading this thread I think it's pretty clear how some of you turned out gay.

replies 54Jun 17, 2017 5:22 PM +00:00

You people are fucked up.

replies 55Jun 17, 2017 5:31 PM +00:00

The list is endless but here are a few of his greatest hits.

1) The food on his plate couldn't touch. My poor mother had to meticulously plate any food she prepared for him. If anything touched in the slightest or even if the food didn't touch he'd throw a fit and have it 'sent back' to be re-plated.

2) My father would smell me and my three other siblings. We were all boys, close in age and at a time during our pre to early teens that we had to be forced to shower everyday. This was during the Summer months when we weren't in school. We were to shower before he came home from work. Which we all did for the most part. But, everyday after work, dad would come home, line up us four boys have us take off our shirts and sniff under our armpits. This eventually stopped as each of us went through puberty.

3) He use to fondle himself watching television. Not all the time but every so often. He'd be there in his chair, watching television with his hand occasionally caressing his dick. I don't know if he realize what he was doing or not but whenever he started that up I'd leave the room. Even if there was something we watching as a family that I really wanted to see.

Just opening up this thread has a flood of weird shit my dad did come flooding back to me!

replies 56Jun 17, 2017 5:55 PM +00:00

He threw his shoe at the tv and cursed everytime he saw a jew on tv.

replies 57Jun 17, 2017 6:01 PM +00:00

I think that a lot of us had the same dad. 1. My dad would pretend that he was asleep on the couch. I would go in the kitchen to fix myself something to eat and eventually follow me into the kitchen. 2. He would make my brother and me fight each other in front his buddies as they bet on the winner. The loser always got a whipping. 3. After an evening of drinking, my father would want to hug and kiss me with a sandpaper after 5 shadow. His rough beard really hurt my as he tried to kiss me and I fight to get away from him. A few times he cried saying that my mother turned me against him and that I did not like him. 4. He always wanted me to join the military so that it will make me a man but just hours before I left to ship out he cried for me not to go. 5. If he heard that some other kid was being mischievous, he would threaten to ship me to Reform School if I were to misbehave.

--The Reason Why I Am Gay
replies 58Jun 17, 2017 6:10 PM +00:00

Adding. my dad was really really cheap. my mom was somewhat lax with money. always had her hair done in a blond kim novak behive.weekly. so my mom bitched at my dad "you have to buy him a graduation gift"(from high school) . so i come home on the day of graduation. and on the dinning room table is the seiko watch i told my mom i wanted. its not wrapped just sitting there in the blue box and a piece of cardboard ripped off a box . My dad wrote "this is the last time the pig goes to the trough"

replies 59Jun 17, 2017 6:10 PM +00:00

Ugh. I've tried to let it go. He used to fuck the shit out of my mom. Their sex noises......UGH....

replies 60Jun 17, 2017 6:13 PM +00:00

I have been laughing aloud so much with this tread the endorphins are at maximum overdrive; I am so high on them right now!


replies 61Jun 17, 2017 6:13 PM +00:00

Glad to be of service. R61 LOL.

replies 62Jun 17, 2017 6:16 PM +00:00

Yea this is a great thread. Hope it does not get shitty. the postings are honest. its good

replies 63Jun 17, 2017 6:17 PM +00:00

When we were in our teens after one of my brothers or I came out of the bathroom after a shower/bath, he would ask us if we pulled our foreskins back and cleaned our penises. HE WOULD DO THIS EVEN WHEN WE HAD COMPANY--friends or family. It was so fucking embarrassing. Imagine being 15 and walking out of the bathroom and my parents have several couples over for a party or cards and he asks in front of everyone "Did you retract your foreskin and wash like you're supposed to?" Christ wept.

replies 64Jun 17, 2017 6:25 PM +00:00
Strange shit your dad used to do when you were growing up

Make me suck him off on Sundays after church.

replies 65Jun 17, 2017 6:27 PM +00:00

What a bunch of disgusting men.

replies 66Jun 17, 2017 6:27 PM +00:00

What kind of freaks hang from your family trees? This thread explains a lot about most of the people who post on DL.

replies 67Jun 17, 2017 6:30 PM +00:00

Would bathe with me and my two brothers, all of us crammed into tub to save time and water. Ugh.

replies 68Jun 17, 2017 6:35 PM +00:00

R51, when your Dad finally reached out, youbshould have. Parents are just human, pretty imperfect.

replies 69Jun 17, 2017 6:39 PM +00:00

What explains a fat straight chick like you hanging out at a gay site, r54?

replies 70Jun 17, 2017 6:43 PM +00:00

My dad always made fun of me and yelled at me. It made me learn to defend myself verbally-the only option I had. It kept me from being bullied in school because I had learned some great 'zingers' at my dad's expense. I think he knew I was Gay before I did-and that just made things worse. He seemed to go out of his way to be mean to my poor mother-but she still adored him. The apple of his eye was my older, half-sister-from his first marriage. Mom and I were sort of an afterthought if he thought of us at all. He refused to make a will which I always suspected was so that my mom wouldn't get everything and that my half-sister would somehow get more. It turned out it was because he hadn't put my mom's name on the deed to their house, which we only discovered after he died. In the end, it was my half-sister he screwed financially-my mom got the first $200,000 of the estate and we each got a third of the house. My mom died before his estate was settled, so I got Mom's $200,000...her third of the house as well as my own...and the beloved daughter got nothing from my mom's estate, as a step-child has no legal claim on a step-parent unless adoption has taken place-and it hadn't. So dad, wherever you are, it's me who's now financially independent and able to retire, which I bet has you spinning in your grave like a quarter chicken on a grocery store rotisserie :)

replies 71Jun 17, 2017 6:44 PM +00:00

R69...........thats an easy answer to give. AH YEA.OF COURSE but live life a little bit longer R69 and you will realize there will be a lot of "should haves" of course i should have but i was in my early 30s making alot of money I call it "empire building" and at that age and at that time i really did not feel like giving any attention to a man who ignored me my entire life growing up. but i am not going to beat myself up over it now. I am now older and appreciate the person i have become without regret.

replies 72Jun 17, 2017 6:44 PM +00:00

So does that mean you'll leave r66? Please?

replies 73Jun 17, 2017 6:47 PM +00:00

He used to put my mother's Jean Nate's in his bathwater....he loved the fragrance!!!

replies 74Jun 17, 2017 6:49 PM +00:00

R70 I'm here to be with other fat straight chicks like you.

--Now wash your fish hole.
replies 75Jun 17, 2017 6:49 PM +00:00

Just read my name below and you'll know dad just keeps topping his last misfire.

--Barron Trump
replies 76Jun 17, 2017 6:56 PM +00:00

and....R76 for the ruin...

replies 77Jun 17, 2017 7:02 PM +00:00

Why are some of you assholes on this thread judging dataloungers? Fuck you. If we are all freaks, and fucked up, then what does that make you? Your lack of self awareness is fucking astonishing.

My dad would always curse loudly in traffic and hit his steering wheel. And there was always traffic because we were in NY. He'd yell at other motorists for mere traffic infractions. I'm surprised he didn't have a heart attack while driving. The phrase "road rage" wasn't a thing yet. We all hated getting in the car with him, because we knew we would have to hear him yelling for a certain amount of time.

replies 78Jun 17, 2017 7:03 PM +00:00

I was not a big fan of my dad, but some of your comments make him seem totally normal.

replies 79Jun 17, 2017 7:09 PM +00:00

We don't need to hear what straight women think, r78. We can find that anywhere. And we know that the majority of straight white women voted Trump, which is a vote against gays and lesbians.

Go express your opinions where they are expected and wanted. Your homophobia is not wanted here. You got that, fat ass?

replies 80Jun 17, 2017 7:09 PM +00:00

Boohoo I come from a long line of obese tard freaks and daddy pretended to be asleep while sucking my cock, so don't tell me shit!

replies 81Jun 17, 2017 7:10 PM +00:00

Lesbeau, we all know about your issues with your gay father.

replies 82Jun 17, 2017 7:13 PM +00:00

Every year, the day after Thanksgiving, my dad would make it a point of getting my brothers and me (9,11, 12) stirred up about harvesting a fresh tree for the upcoming Christmas holiday season. It was a big production, from beginning to end. It would go up the day after Thanksgiving Day and was to come down New Year's Day. My dad would oversee and take credit for the entire production; yet my mother would be solely responsible for the clean up New Year's Day. My mother really didn't care, one way or the other; she knew it just meant more housework for her. He's the one who wanted it; so she left the annual harvesting / decorating tradition to him.

Well, one year they had a huge argument the day after Christmas; don't know what caused it or what it was about. The resulting "silent treatment" between them lasted two days. However, a more interesting thing happened afterward: New Year's Day came and went; the tree was still standing. It stayed there, fully decorated, yet no longer lit, for another week. The Joy of Christmas a definitely over.

Another week had gone by, yet the untouched, decorated tree remained. Soon my dad started making passive aggressive comments about the tree's being untouched and blatantly ignored for weeks. He's was getting pissed. My mother ignored him and behaved as if it were perfectly natural to have a large unlit, fully decorated Christmas tree in one's house weeks after the Christmas holidays were over . She conducted her housework as usual, even vacuuming very carefully in the tree's vicinity so as not to disturb it.

A week later my mother dropped my bothers and me at school earlier in morning; she was on her way to visit her elderly father for the day. On her way home later in the afternoon, she picked up my brothers and me from school to take us home with her. When we walked into our house, we were astonished to see the walls of the entryway were deeply scarred by something that appeared to have green claws. In addition to the green claw marks along the entryway walls, the floor of the entryway was littered with pine needles and tree twigs; there were shards of glass from broken tree ornaments and broken light bulbs. There was tinsel everywhere.

Without saying a word, my mother marched straight to the phone at the other end of entryway and called my dad at work. We followed her out of fear of what we'd just encountered. Upon reaching him at his office, she said in an alarmed voice, "Jim! Jim! You HAVE to come home right NOW! Yes, RIGHT NOW! Somebody's broken into the house and has stolen your Christmas tree!!"

Because I was standing closest to her, I clearly overheard him yell, "FUCK YOU!" and hang up.

replies 83Jun 17, 2017 7:21 PM +00:00

One more for the road.

Another thing my father use to do was randomly burst into the bedroom I shared with one of my younger brother's who was the second oldest. I was the oldest of the four boys. He'd barge into our bedroom late at night when we had been asleep for several hours. He'd claim to have heard us rough housing and would yank us out of bed one at a time to inspect us.

He'd make us pull back the comforter on our beds to check for any wet spots. Then we were made to pull down the front of our pajama bottoms to check for went stains in our underwear and erections. Then he'd lecture us about the evils of masturbation and all of the debilitating afflictions it could cause. The major one he brought up constantly was homosexuality. Then just as suddenly as him bursting in had been he'd order us back to bed and warn us to knock it off. There was no rhyme or reason to his bed checks. It could be several months in between them before happening several nights in a row. I remember once asking my younger brother why dad would do that. He told me, 'Dad thinks your a queer. He thinks you're touching me and making me touch you.' My brother did go on to say that he did tell him that I wasn't touching him. I never tried or wanted to do anything with any of my siblings. Those random bedroom checks didn't stop until I eventually moved out at the age of 18 and went off to basic training.

replies 84Jun 17, 2017 7:28 PM +00:00

When we were driving down south to the grandparents, and make a pit stop, we're pee in the same toilet and try to make the entire surface of the water be covered in piss bubbles. Oh, and when mom served canned sauerkraut, he would pour the "juice" from the drained cabbage into a glass and drink it with his dinner.

replies 85Jun 17, 2017 7:46 PM +00:00

R84. wow you topped mine. What a freak. your dad was. mine was probably a closet case. he was military 35yrs.

replies 86Jun 17, 2017 7:47 PM +00:00

R84 please tell me you're joking, because that's sick.

replies 87Jun 17, 2017 7:51 PM +00:00

My father lost his business when I was eight, which left him unemployed throughout my life. After school, he would somehow sense when I was about to eat something, and would arrive home just in time to demand that I share whatever I had prepared, usually something like those cup-o-noodles or heating a can of soup. If I made enough to two, he wouldn't show up. If I waited for him to come home, he wouldn't arrive until dinner. I don't know how he knew, but it drove me nuts.

replies 88Jun 17, 2017 8:04 PM +00:00

"This thread explains a lot about most of the people who post on DL."

Then you must be the humorless cunt who ff's everyone?

replies 89Jun 17, 2017 8:07 PM +00:00

No r89, she's the filthy humorless cunt that every sane DLer FFs. ;)

replies 90Jun 17, 2017 8:18 PM +00:00
He use to fondle himself watching television. Not all the time but every so often. He'd be there in his chair, watching television with his hand occasionally caressing his dick. I don't know if he realize what he was doing or not but whenever he started that up I'd leave the room. Even if there was something we watching as a family that I really wanted to see.

Mine did that too. So weird and cringey.

replies 91Jun 17, 2017 8:54 PM +00:00
After reading this thread I think it's pretty clear how some of you turned out gay.

So according to you the reason DLers are not straight (meaning normal to you) is because of shitty parenting? So gay equals "broken" to you?

Fuck off homophobe.

replies 92Jun 17, 2017 9:28 PM +00:00

Fuck off, r80, you rancid cunt. You have been on some kick in the last few days, accusing long term dataloungers of being fat straight women who voted for Trump.

I hope your dad beat the shit out of you while you were growing up, cunt.

replies 93Jun 17, 2017 9:37 PM +00:00

My father used to spy on the neighbors with a hand held telescope from his bedroom window. He wasn't like a peeping Tom just spying on women he just liked to look at people.

He would gossip about the neighbors like an old lady. He would tell me what he saw in his telescope. He would be whispering even though we were the only people in the room. Psssssssttt I saw Dave Young who lives in that blue house smoking a joint behind his woodshed. I was a teenager and I would be thinking to myself so what Dad! Get a life!

He knew everybody's business. Our town started a mandatory recycling program. We had recycle buckets in our town and we had to put glass in one bucket, cans in another bucket and put them out on the curb once a week. My Dad was like.... Hey guess what! I think Adam is an alcoholic! I found SEVEN bottles of wine in Adam's recycling bin.

(Adam was a bachelor neighbor that lived alone) I said maybe he had a party or something. My father then said he never has anyone over! I know because I watch his house! My father was all excited and rubbing his hands together at his discovery. Adam is an alcoholic! Next week i'm gonna look in his recycle bucket and count how many bottles of booze!

Nothing would make my father as happy or excited as finding dirt on the neighbors.

replies 94Jun 17, 2017 9:40 PM +00:00

My dad grew up on a farm, I never knew him to be afraid of any animal except the neighbor's tomcat. It was a big old long hair grey cat with a torn up lip that caused him to drool. It had amber colored eyes and truly looked demonic but it was sweet to everyone but my dad. The cat had a regular name but my dad called it Termite.

One day I hear my dad say in this nervous voice "Get back you son of a bitch". I look out the window and the cat is swiping at dad's ankles. He flew in the door and yelled " I hate that ugly bastard". My dad carried rocks that he would leave at the front door if he didn't have to throw them at the cat.

My dad had the flu and was stretched out on the couch and there was a knock on the door, after my mom answered it my dad yelled who was that? My mom came into the room and said "It was your cat, he just wants to know how you're feeling".

replies 95Jun 17, 2017 10:23 PM +00:00

I grew up with a father. Used to always think I was missing something. Then I got to college and all my friends went on and on about what assholes their dads were/had been so I figured all along I had been the lucky one.

replies 96Jun 17, 2017 11:00 PM +00:00

Oops, meant to say I grew up without a father. My mom got knocked-up and he abandonded her.

I was pretty much raised by my grandparents for the first 12 years of my life. My grandpa was awesome. He liked to drink...Jim Beam, usually every Friday night. He would get so wasted that he'd end up just sleeping at the kitchen table, rolling the table cloth as his folded arms and body slowly slipped forward.

The next day, I'd be up early watching Saturday morning cartoons. He'd jump up, say "well looks like it is time for bed," and then sleep the rest of his hangover off til mid afternoon.

He was never mean or violent...just drank til he passed out at the table. My grandma never cared. Hell, she'd polish off a good portion of a six pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon before retiring to bed. I don't think it really bothered her in the least. She wasn't my real grandmother, my real grandmother had died a few years before I was born. This was his live-in girlfriend and they were together for over 20 years til he died. Her first husband was evil and used to beat on her. My grandfather treated her like gold. Yeah, like I said...I was the lucky one.

replies 97Jun 17, 2017 11:09 PM +00:00

Every Christmas, my father would throw the Christmas tree out the door because he couldn't get it to fit in the platform. My sister and I would cry every time he did it. He would bring it back eventually and fix it, but he had no patience or self control.

When he got bombed, he would take a roll of paper towels and write the Declaration of Independence on it, thus creating a "scroll". Nice man, but odd. He's probably bipolar.

replies 98Jun 17, 2017 11:23 PM +00:00

"When he got bombed, he would take a roll of paper towels and write the Declaration of Independence on it, thus creating a "scroll".

That gave me the giggles.

replies 99Jun 17, 2017 11:35 PM +00:00

[R95] it was your cat....... dying here!!!! THANKS!!

replies 100Jun 17, 2017 11:42 PM +00:00

I can't even tell you what I found in his bedside drawer after he kicked the bucket.......

replies 101Jun 17, 2017 11:44 PM +00:00
What explains a fat straight chick like you hanging out at a gay site, [R54]?

She thinks we'll wanna be her friends.

replies 102Jun 18, 2017 2:08 AM +00:00

Pretend to leave for work naked for mine and my brother's amusement. We thought it was so funny. That ended when I was about five or six.

And my dad naked, he had a hot body. In post WWII NYC, he modeled for the same sculptor who did that gold Prometheus Statue that's outdoors at Rockefeller Center by the ice rink. My chronic exaggerator brother like to tell people that our dad WAS the model for the Rock Center sculpture.

replies 103Jun 18, 2017 3:46 AM +00:00

my next door neighbor's dad--he was pretty hot in a pretty boy way with a great body, muscles, great hairy armpits, chest and legs. his wife was a dykey bitch who had weird rules. one was that he had to showwer in the cellar. their daughter and I played together a lot (she was a tomboy who did grow up to be a dyke,) Her dad wsd pretty nice. I used to enjoy being over there after lunch b/c that was the time he would go down to the cellar and shower before he would go to work the afternoon shift. We'd be playing in the cellar and he would come downstairs, totally naked, with a towel around his shoulders. He would stand there talking to us like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to be nude in front of us. (And really, it was normal. Nothing weird going on.) I loved seeing his long thick cock dangle and bounce as he walked, and his balls were huge and low hanging, not much hair on them but he had a thick bush. Sometimes I would keep him talking just so I could look at him, and sometimes I would go in the next room when he was showering to watch. It was an open shower in the laundry side of the basement, which was unfinished. We used to play on the other side which was a rec room. When he was done showering, he'd come out and walk up the stairs, giving me a view of his luscious creamy ass with a mohawk stripe of hair in his asscrack. He also went shirtless outside a lot doing yard work or sitting in their back yard. Of course I made a lot of excuses to be next door. How his mannish dykey wife ever got a hot guy like him was beyond me. Maybe he was gay and she was a beard. Several years later they had a son who also grew up to be gay.

--admirer of hairy ass cracks
replies 104Jun 18, 2017 4:18 AM +00:00

R64, if your parents had loved you, they'd've taken care of that problem shortly after you were born.

replies 105Jun 18, 2017 4:39 AM +00:00

Growing up in Orlando Fl in the 1960s-1970s my dad was in the Air Force and stationed at McCoy AFB, he was part of the B52 bomber crew that would be activated with nuclear devices to drop in a war situation. From the age of 9 he drilled into my brothers what to do if there was an attack or an alert warning . He had a inground pool put in the back yard and dirt from that excavation was used to build a pretty elaborate above ground fallout shelter.

There was an alarm plugged into an outlet of our house , I think it was a called a NEAR repeater I think. it would go off to alert my dad to report to duty and we to stop what we were doing and go to the fallout shelter which was damp and hot . Of course these were all drills on the base, he made us learn to count the number of seconds between the flash and concussion to determine how big the bomb was etc. I remember crying because I had to leave my dog and guinea pigs in the house and could not take them to the shelter. It scared the hell out of me everytime .

--Duck and Cover
replies 106Jun 18, 2017 4:49 AM +00:00

Ummm, r94, your Father is the definition of Peeping Tom. MARY!

replies 107Jun 18, 2017 4:57 AM +00:00

My Mom used to cut my Dad's hair in the middle of the kitchen where he would sit in a chair totally naked. I admit it I was very sexually turned on by it as he had a hot body and a huge uncut cock (european import). He also used to shower and walk down the hallway naked to his room... I used to go into his room and talk to him just to see his body-- I know, judge me, but it did really turn me on as he was very good looking.

replies 108Jun 18, 2017 5:13 AM +00:00

The heart wants what it wants, r108.

replies 109Jun 18, 2017 5:21 AM +00:00

Happy Father's Day! My dad was a detached, passive alcoholic, but he was a saint compared to some of the stories here!

replies 110Jun 18, 2017 5:26 AM +00:00

My father used to cut the grass with a brown paper grocery bag folded down on his head. He could have worn a baseball cap like a normal person, but was not normal.

He would wear Bermuda shorts in the summer rolled up slightly at the bottom with his boxer shorts hanging out below. He would wear a yellowed t-shirt with holes in the armpits. He always carried an ironed (by my mother) handkerchief in his back pocket which he used to blow his nose.

He liked to wipe his greasy from eating fried chicken fingers on the shirt of whichever child was sitting next to him at the dinner table.

He had a Pee Wee Herman-esque bike with sissy handlebars and a banana seat that he would sport around the neighborhood on.

What the fuck was wrong with men in the '60's and '70's?

replies 111Jun 18, 2017 6:21 AM +00:00
My father used to cut the grass with a brown paper grocery bag folded down on his head.

Ewww. Dangerous

replies 112Jun 18, 2017 6:23 AM +00:00

I grew up unaware of sashimi and steak tartar. When my father came home from work, he would sneak bites of raw hamburger, raw steak, and raw fish my mother was preparing. I was always worried and grossed out. He never did it with chicken or pork so obviously he knew what raw foods were possible.

That was about it. He wasn't a weird guy. Sometimes he'd have his ass crack showing but that was a lot of dads, at that time. Bill Murray had a skit about this.

A lot of you had sad lives and unfortunate dads.

replies 113Jun 18, 2017 6:38 AM +00:00

Dad liked to swan about in a silk kimono and perform fan dances in the rec room. He said he was a geisha in a previous life.

--Madame Butterfly
replies 114Jun 18, 2017 6:46 AM +00:00

Did people use "swan" as a verb that long ago, R114?

replies 115Jun 18, 2017 6:48 AM +00:00

He would buy groceries for other people even when there wasn't enough money for us to eat. In 1977 my mother found out he ran up a $300 bill at the local Italian grocery buying food for his sister even though she and her husband both worked. Dad couldn't afford to pay off the bill so my sister had to sell her car to pay it off. He did it to look like a big shot even though his own kids went to bed hungry.

When family was coming to visit he'd buy special treats and hide them until the visitors came and then forbid us from touching any of it.

One Saturday my mother wanted to go the A&P to buy a watermelon because they were on sale and my father said no. He then went himself and bought 10 of them and drove to the houses of the people he worked with to give them the melons.

replies 116Jun 18, 2017 7:07 AM +00:00

My father was not strange, I now realize. The worst thing he ever did was bring home Shop Rite Cola instead of Coca Cola to save twenty cents. I had such a good childhood is all I can say now.

replies 117Jun 18, 2017 7:09 AM +00:00
One Saturday my mother wanted to go the A&P to buy a watermelon because they were on sale and my father said no. He then went himself and bought 10 of them and drove to the houses of the people he worked with to give them the melons.

I hate your dad, R116, being all about appearance while the family suffered. I grew up in that house.

replies 118Jun 18, 2017 7:09 AM +00:00
He had a Pee Wee Herman-esque bike with sissy handlebars and a banana seat that he would sport around the neighborhood on.

Please tell me you have pics R111!

replies 119Jun 18, 2017 7:09 AM +00:00

I love your dad R94!

replies 120Jun 18, 2017 7:14 AM +00:00

R118/OP I'm sorry to hear we had the same kind of father. I realized in my 20s that my father hated to see us happy. It's like when we were happy he felt he had failed.

Aside from the verbal, mental and physical abuse the one thing that really stands out in my mind was when my grandmother gave my mother a Singer sewing machine for Christmas in 1979. Mom was so happy because she loved to sew and would be able to make her own clothes, (she owned two dresses--one nice for special occasions and one for everyday.)

On boxing day my mother hears loud banging and went to look and dad had taken the sewing machine to the garage and smashed it with a sledge hammer. My mother is standing there crying and dad says, "Merry Christmas" and goes back into the house.

The machine made mom happy and dad couldn't abide by that.

replies 121Jun 18, 2017 7:24 AM +00:00


I wish I could tell you I was joking but that was my father. I suspect he was probably dealing with his own issues regarding his sexuality. I was the on punished for it.

replies 122Jun 18, 2017 7:28 AM +00:00


Your dad sounds amazing. I would have loved to hang out with him

replies 123Jun 18, 2017 7:41 AM +00:00

R94's dad should be made an honourary Datalounger.

replies 124Jun 18, 2017 7:42 AM +00:00

R121 , I think my dad and yours were seperated at birth. In 1973 my parents finally decided to move from our tiny,1940s house to a 4/2 brick ranch house. It was in a formerly rural area,so it had a huge yard with mature trees and plantings. My dad always bitched about having to trim the bushes and tend to the yard etc,though he rarely was the one that did it. About a year after we moved in,my mom took my brothers and I downstate to see relatives and we were gone for a week. As we rolled up to the house,we saw a blasted,denuded yard and tree stumps where huge old pines and oak trees used to be. Gone were the rose bushes my mother loved,the huge oak tree that shaded the front of the house,everything. My mother burst into tears and we were totally freaked out,though not surprised as dad was a gold plated alcoholic ex marine BASTARD.

Same place, we once had a chicken coop and some pigs and rabbits etc. My dad decided,once again while were gone,to kill all the animals and put them in the freezer. As we came home he was just getting ready to kill my younger brothers pet chicken,and we raced over to him begging and pleading with him not to do it. He looked us dead in the eye and cut that poor chickens head off,though she had been our pet for years and was beyond laying or even being edible. He hated us to be happy,he hated beauty,I really think he hated us period.

replies 125Jun 18, 2017 7:47 AM +00:00

My father was a cross between Bernie Mac and Fred Sanford. No one was spared from his comments. I sometimes had anxiety whenever friends or family members would visit. He would not allow any disrespect in his house. As a child, on Sundays, family members would sometimes stop by in their Sunday best sometimes with their bible in hand. My father had issues with the church and did not want my brother nor me to get influenced by some of the shenanigans that affected him as a child from a church. So on one Sunday, a few holier than thou cousins told my father that he should make a good example and take us to church on Sundays. He turned turned 2 shades red and told them "I'm a grown ass man so don't tell me what to do. This is my house God Damn it, if you don't like it get the F__k out". The whole house shook as our guests quickly departed. He was known for his "This is my house" comment so when he died 3 years ago, I added it to his obituary. Now mind you, my father could be a real pain in the ass. I sometimes cried at night wishing that I was never born or that I had a different father. His death put me through an emotional roller coaster. His funeral was a laugh fest as everyone revealed their own individual "This is my house" moment. After his funeral, I forgave him for so many embarrassing and painful moments. As a sensitive child, I wished that I had gain the emotional maturity earlier in life to appreciate him faults and all. For whatever it's worth, I turned out to be strong and proud gay man who will not allow any type of disrespect in my home nor life. "Happy Father's Day".

replies 126Jun 18, 2017 7:49 AM +00:00
I really think he hated us period

R125 I think you've nailed it. My father resented having a wife and kids even though he decided to get married. According to him we were the cause of all his problems. I wouldn't have wished my father on anyone and it saddens me that others had fathers just like ours.

replies 127Jun 18, 2017 7:54 AM +00:00

Every Sunday my dad would get up around 6am, and start making breakfast for me and my brother in nothing but his boxer shorts. We would be woken up by him yelling "SON OF A BITCH....AAHHH MOTHER FUCK THAT BURNS" due to the bacon, and sausage grease splattering up and landing on his gut. You would think after just one time of this happening he would have at least put on a shirt, nope.

He would also put on 60's British Invasion music and sing to us, and the dogs, while playing the broom like a guitar. He did this well into my 20's and in front of friends. We would all get into the act with him, and sing and dance around. My mother left him when I was 2. He did the best he could with us.

replies 128Jun 18, 2017 8:03 AM +00:00

Slice a raw potato and eat the slices, salted.

replies 129Jun 18, 2017 8:12 AM +00:00

A little brown dog wandered up to our house one summer day. I was often alone as a child, so I welcomed the little fellow and named him Dan.

I had Dan for about 2 weeks, when I went downstairs one morning and couldn't find him anywhere. My father had shot him. And, as per usual, his cowardly, bullying self left it to my mother to tell me.

I cried and cried and demanded he be arrested. Then when my mother told him my reaction, he laughed. Fucker.

--Crying and hugging my dog
replies 130Jun 18, 2017 8:31 AM +00:00

my favorite dads here are the one who colored in ladies' lipstick on pictures and the one who liked to wipe his greasy hands on his kids' clothes. and of course R94's.

replies 131Jun 18, 2017 8:42 AM +00:00

I love threads like this, and want to say thanks to everyone who has contributed.

Like most kids, I thought my parents were the worst until I began to hear about the oddities other families endured; and while none of these stories (albeit a few come close) detail criminal abuse, it is somehow comforting knowing that nearly everyone thought their parents were weird. It always seemed that other people had normal, happy families/childhoods. The older I get, the more it becomes apparent: it was a facade.

As I wrote at R88, and have detailed in other threads on DL, my father had some hangups regarding money. I am the guy who thought it was the father's job to complain about spending money on groceries until I happened to go shopping with my friend's family and instead of bitching about it all the way home and engaging in bizarre inspection and storage rituals, sang with the radio after spending what was, to me, a great deal on food. I also wrote about how we had to finish everything on our plates and drink our milk, which I hated and made me vomit, ending that demand.

His bizarre attitude imprinted me for life, and I'm fortunate that I have a husband who endures my need to save leftovers regardless of whether or not they will ever be eaten; who acknowledges that I must have food in the house at all times, and not just a small amount; we have food storage and a rotation program to keep canned goods, and spend no small amount of money on this, all because my father was so damned freaky about eating/food and money. I understand that it came from his childhood during the Depression and going to bed hungry because his father — my grandfather who died just before I was born — could not provide for his family (like many during that time). But he took it to extremes, and he made our family suffer (although, I fully admit, R116/R121's has me beat, hands down). I grew up thinking that the meal in front of me, no matter whether it was grand or meager, was my last, and no amount of rational thinking can break this cycle.

I am convinced most people could benefit from counseling. I wish that counseling didn't come with stigma, particularly for my father's generation. I know that my life would have been better if my father had worked through his issues. He wasn't a bad man; he just carried emotional baggage and lacked the self-realization to understand that he imparted it to his children.

The benefit of this was that my siblings and I are very self motivated and have made tremendous successes of our lives. My husband jokes that we have to make a lot of money to support my need to buy and store food, mostly, but it extends to other strange predilections, such as always having to own several pairs of underwear in unopened boxes, and when I want a new pair of tennis shoes, there is always one in the closet — but I must go buy another to replace it as soon as I wear it for the first time. It is just, now, a harmless habit.

But I still catch myself falling into this cycle. Hubby points out that it is weird that I take pride in the fact that our dog is not food-driven. We adopted her as a puppy, and I strived to never make her think that food was an issue. She knows that when she's hungry, there will always be food to eat. I have trained her to respond to toys like other dogs respond to food; the result is that we have hundreds of dog toys that we regularly cull and donate to the shelter, along with bags and bags of food and treats that I feel compelled to buy, and so the cycle continues.

replies 132Jun 18, 2017 8:45 AM +00:00

For those of you that have shared your stories. Are your father's still alive? If so, are you still in contact with them? What about your mother's, did they ever step in?

Mine is still alive. He lives in a nice retirement community. Which me and my three younger brothers are suppose to split the cost equally four ways. In the last several years, it's come down to me paying half the costs with the three other siblings splitting the other half between them three ways. My father hasn't mellowed with age. It was hard enough getting him to agree to move into the retire community after my mother passed away several years ago. Sometimes I feel she willed herself to get sick and then when it happened she didn't fight.

replies 133Jun 18, 2017 8:45 AM +00:00

Mine died ten years ago,and though he hated me because I was gay,he never changed his will and left me a nice chunk of change. I truly believe it was a mistake on his part,we had a very contentious relationship that settled into an armed truce as we got older. He died at home under hospice care,and as he took his last breath and we realized he was truly gone, a HUGE weight lifted off my shoulders .Literally. I had long thought Id come to terms with my childhood,but his death showed me how much shit was still left from it all. I dont miss him,but I cant say Im glad hes dead.

replies 134Jun 18, 2017 8:55 AM +00:00

My father was obsessed with age and always wanted to seem young to everyone. I went to a private school that was about a half an hour from home and my schoolmates also came from all over the map, so the parents had to do a lot of ferrying. We were always together in some parent's car, being chauffeured about.

Well, anyway, whenever it was my father's turn, he would wait for a quiet moment and then start talking about some famous attractive woman he fancied, and he'd really get into sex talk. He was so oblivious of other people that he had no idea what effect he was having; he thought we teen boys would be thrilled to hear it.

Like: "You boys know that singer they call Blondie? Big blond thing, so pretty and nice. With one of those rock groups? She's really quite a dish. Yes, quite the dish. I'd like to get one of those spoons from the ice-cream know the kind, with the long handles? And this Blondie girl would be buck naked for me, yes, and I'd just start in to eat that pretty little thing with the spoon..."

And on and on the reverie would go, while my friends and I--about thirteen or fourteen then--would be dying to open the car doors and jump out.

Actually, when I was grown up, he turned out to be totally insane, determined to keep pushing me around and using me (verbally) as a punching bag. I did finally throw him out and never spoke to him again.

But, looking back, these insane sex raps he'd get into seem awfully funny.

replies 135Jun 18, 2017 8:59 AM +00:00

R95 had me laughing out loud.

Your dad was hilarious, and your mom was, too!

replies 136Jun 18, 2017 9:05 AM +00:00
He died at home under hospice care,and as he took his last breath and we realized he was truly gone, a HUGE weight lifted off my shoulders .Literally. I had long thought Id come to terms with my childhood,but his death showed me how much shit was still left from it all.

Mine died 13 years ago after suffering brain cancer for years. I hadn't seen him in the ten years before he died and that was fine. No one called me the night he was dying so I wasn't there but my aunt called after the fact. My first thought was "he can't cheat on my mom anymore." I've never cried once over his passing and I don't miss him at all.

replies 137Jun 18, 2017 9:11 AM +00:00

Dying laughing and wanting to weep, reading these. My heart goes out to you who had awful fathers.

My dad was "weird" because he was an immigrant to the US. He ate some weird stuff and had an accent that embarrassed me.

He was a Vietnam vet (that is how he earned citizenship) and slept on the sofa on the ground floor of every house he lived in. My sister asked him why, and he said that he had a lingering fear of ambush and needed to have as many exits available as possible.

All in all, he was a very sweet man who was very fucked up. He did far less damage than my mother did.

But I'm a parent now and forgive them everything.

replies 138Jun 18, 2017 9:36 AM +00:00

Like a few others in this thread, my father had a weird thing about cats. He was indifferent to pets in general, and let me have a dog, but he absolutely hated cats because "they stole babies breath."

Whenever we visited a house with a cat, he would warn me to stay away from it because they were evil and would try to smother me.

Until I was a teenager, I was terrified of cats and couldn't understand why anyone would have one. The fact that most of them hide and stare whenever visitors are around, made me avoid any contact with them.

replies 139Jun 18, 2017 9:44 AM +00:00

My dad used to take the Sears catalog into the bathroom and talk loudly to himself about the products in the catalog. When he was home from work on weekends my mother would ask him if he was hungry at lunchtime and he would ask "What time is it?" if it wasn't his usual lunchtime he would say he wasn't hungry but if it was he was hungry. He did a lot of weird things like that. I think he was on the spectrum and probably had a touch of OCD.

replies 140Jun 18, 2017 10:44 AM +00:00

My Dad was super funny and kept me and my Mom and family and friends in stitches with his infectious laugh.

--The downside was his degenerate gambling sickness
replies 141Jun 18, 2017 11:23 AM +00:00

I was the youngest and also lived at home longest, I guess my Dad sensed a weakness in me because he would criticize me and treat me differently than my older brothers. He died a few years ago and is viewed as a saint by my entire family, one time I tried to say to my brother "dad did some weird things but now that he is dead everybody talks about him like he was a saint" and my brother just acted like he didn't hear me.

replies 142Jun 18, 2017 11:23 AM +00:00

When he ate an apple, he would eat the whole thing - the core, stem, seeds everything. He also never peeled an orange, he would just bite into it. It was beyond weird, but he said he did it because his dad slapped him around for leaving an apple core laying around once.

replies 143Jun 18, 2017 12:34 PM +00:00

R132 sounds exhausting to live with. Absolutely exhausting.

replies 144Jun 18, 2017 12:37 PM +00:00

When my brother was 15 my dad casually suggested that he take a bottle of whiskey to a teen party. My mother got very angry. My father was an alcoholic and tried for years to get my brother to drink. To his credit, my brother ignored him....

replies 145Jun 18, 2017 12:39 PM +00:00

Living well is the best revenge R134. Please don't say you gave the money away.

replies 146Jun 18, 2017 12:40 PM +00:00

My dad would eat a raw onion as if it were an apple.

Sorry, that's all I've got...THANK GOD!

replies 147Jun 18, 2017 12:42 PM +00:00

In the middle of summer he'd drive with the windows rolled up, the air conditioning turned off and smoke like a chimney. In the winter the heat would be off, the windows rolled down and still smoking like a chimney. I'm certain he was tying to kill us.

replies 148Jun 18, 2017 12:47 PM +00:00

Well thanks, R144! I'm sure you're a joy to be around.

--Oh, wait, you haven't had a boyfriend, let alone husband, in decades, right?
replies 149Jun 18, 2017 1:22 PM +00:00

My dad was in navy, 35 years. My mom and us kids would sit around the dinning room and plan how we were going to live once my dad died. he was never sick. my mom just figured he was going to die first and we were going to live like millionaires. well she died 15yrs before him.and he really had never paid any attention to us kids. so i remember he would order all this landscaping from magazines. as kids we were so exited about all the big bushes that were going to be planted. but only sticks arrived in the mail and our dog went around and turn his head sideways and pull the sticks out. so we always had a pretty dismal back yard

replies 150Jun 18, 2017 2:05 PM +00:00

Nothing strange. I miss him.

replies 151Jun 18, 2017 2:33 PM +00:00

My dad wasn't strange, just really childish, which isn't surprising since he had me at 19. He is pretty consistently competitive with me and my siblings still. And it's strange, I don't think he cares much for me (the feelings mutual) but I randomly visited his work a few weeks ago since I was in town, and everyone at work knew every single detail of my life (vacations, hobbies, new job), so he must be like oddly bragging about his kids to his coworkers.

replies 152Jun 18, 2017 3:05 PM +00:00
he must be like oddly bragging about his kids to his coworkers.

Some parents are like that. After mine died people who knew them came up and told me how proud they were of me, how they always talked about me and said great things about me. Not once when they were alive did they ever say anything complimentary or encouraging. Accomplishments were ignored and mistakes were punished and rubbed in our faces for weeks, if not years after the fact.

replies 153Jun 18, 2017 3:13 PM +00:00

Yes so true! But now that I think about it, it's just probably more competitive bragging, trying to one-up his coworkers when he hears about their children's exploits, knowing him.

replies 154Jun 18, 2017 3:27 PM +00:00

At my first job out of high school a lot of fathers were like R154 describes, trying to one up each other vicariously through their sons. One guy carried a pic of this 20 year old son that was taken with his GF on a nude beach. The girl looked like a Playboy model and the son had a dick that must have been 7 inches soft. The guy would say, "Oh, your son got a promotion? Look what my son got" and take out that picture. Even then I thought that was creepy, if not strange.

replies 155Jun 18, 2017 3:34 PM +00:00

My Dad put salt and pepper on his cantaloupe. He didn't do strange shit, but he was an unaffectionate, alcoholic vet of both WWII and Korea.

replies 156Jun 18, 2017 3:47 PM +00:00

R153, I occasionally would hear from family friends that my dad was proud of something I did. He'd tell everyone else but never tell me. It helped me understand though that I was doing things to be proud of not because it'd make him proud but because I wanted to be proud of myself.

Once a family friend said "you know your dad loves you." And my response was that no, I don't know because he's never once said it. I never heard him say that, not even once.

replies 157Jun 18, 2017 4:00 PM +00:00

He was obsessed with fixing EVERYTHING. He wouldn't be caught dead sending something in for repair.

Several times he tried to pass down his knowledge (he died when I was 19), but alas, Dad, you had a gayling!

replies 158Jun 18, 2017 4:09 PM +00:00

153. i had the same situation with my dad. i was ignored by my dad most of my life. i had large success and heard nothing from him. but my mom told me he was proud but also jealous. i have heard that about middle aged men being jealous of young men. I made up my mind that i would never be one of them. I live in los angeles and i was pretty hot when in my 20s. alot of old gay men used to take me to dinner, a few i fooled around when but it was strange when i had success and mid late 30s, they sneered at me and were no longer friendly . i always tried to warm up and look back and they wanted nothing to do with me. i found that so odd. i never would want to be a bitter old queen . so unattractive

replies 159Jun 18, 2017 6:16 PM +00:00

R141 I think we had similar dads. Hilarious but had a gambling problem. He also liked to give financial advice without being prompted, often to people far better off than us. I found it mortifying. Any money we had was because of our mother, if anything had happened to her we would have been flat broke, but there was dad telling people the best way to invest like he had some clue.

--Stick to being funny dad.
replies 160Jun 18, 2017 6:50 PM +00:00

Dad was into leather. Big time.

replies 161Jun 18, 2017 6:52 PM +00:00

R160 Yep my Mom somehow managed the money and the bills and the loanshark debts. Always loud heated screaming matches in the house whenever he lost big at OTB or a card game.

--But he never beat me and was the funniest Dad EVER!
replies 162Jun 18, 2017 8:52 PM +00:00

My dad is anal about the lawn and always cuts it in a certain pattern. He'd spend hours looking after it and he's still obsessed with it, lol.
replies 163Jun 18, 2017 9:04 PM +00:00

r163 i really like your back yard. Can we have a play date?

replies 164Jun 19, 2017 8:20 AM +00:00

Did anyone else used to Rim their dad? our family treated it as normal but i felt weird about it......... thoughts?

replies 165Jun 19, 2017 8:30 AM +00:00

R165 Did you dad shave his hole or was he natural?

replies 166Jun 19, 2017 8:36 AM +00:00

My dad used to fart on my grandma's head. He would scream Mama! Cradle cap!

replies 167Jun 19, 2017 8:40 AM +00:00

About 90% of this thread could benefit from extended therapy.

--The rest of y'all had HILARIOUS dads!
replies 168Jun 19, 2017 8:52 AM +00:00

My childhood home was a single-level, manufactured "Ranch" home, ala "The New Space Age Family Home," 1970. Having the resources to afford a "new home" was a significant accomplishment for my dad; he was a blue collar worker supporting a family of five. Dad was a shipyard worker; mom was my little brothers' Cub Scout Den Mother.

Our house was a three-bedroom, one bath home. My brothers and I shared one bedroom (bunk beds and a single); my older sister had her own bedroom; and dad and mom, the largest bedroom. The bathroom was centrally located between the three bedrooms, right off the *living and *dining "rooms." (*These were actually the same room, but separated by a recliner and a sofa.)

My dad usually returned from the shipyards for the day around 4:00p; every Thursday at the same time my mom held Scout meetings in our dining room; and I'd be watching after-school television in the living room. When my dad came home from work, he'd drop his stuff in the kitchen, make his way around the corner, and go directly to the bathroom. He'd be in there for what seemed like forever. When he finally came out of there, and leaving the door open, oh-my-god - it smelled like a dead horse had been rotting in there for weeks. Then he'd yell to my mom to ask what we were having for dinner. (I'm about to vomit just recalling this memory.)

Mom soon moved the Scout meetings to the garage; and I stayed in my bedroom to do homework, wishing the TV was in there with me.

replies 169Jun 19, 2017 9:08 AM +00:00

Wow R169, what a letdown.... hot blue collar, naked.... this could have ended so much better! MARY!

replies 170Jun 19, 2017 9:12 AM +00:00

Popped or cracked our toes no matter how much we squirmed and cried. He loved doing it.

replies 171Jun 19, 2017 9:13 AM +00:00

I'm sorry 151

replies 172Jun 19, 2017 9:16 AM +00:00

I'm sorry r151

replies 173Jun 19, 2017 9:16 AM +00:00

That's not my backyard, R164, but that's how my my parents yard looks after my dad cuts the grass. The good thing was that I could never get nice lines like that so my dad wouldn't "let" me mow the yard, lol. He's still nuts about the yard, it's funny.

replies 174Jun 19, 2017 10:16 AM +00:00

Will someone please tell R132 that he has a shopping addiction? If his partner dies he'll be a full-blown hoarder in about 5 seconds.

replies 175Jun 19, 2017 12:03 PM +00:00

Thank you R173. Lots of happy memories though.

replies 176Jun 19, 2017 1:01 PM +00:00

R8, where did you grow up?

replies 177Jun 19, 2017 2:07 PM +00:00

The rural south,R177 .

replies 178Jun 19, 2017 2:32 PM +00:00

R132, you sound as crazy as your father. Just stop. You will survive.

replies 179Jun 20, 2017 1:20 PM +00:00

My dad used to beg me to fistfuck him. He said mom just wouldn't go there with him, and he needed it.

replies 180Jun 20, 2017 1:52 PM +00:00

He'd get food cravings and force all of us to eat whatever it was he decided was the best food at that moment. Like when he started putting vinegar--not malt vinegar but plain white vinegar--on everything. Or when he decided Tobasco sauce was good on everything and sure enough we had to eat food covered in Tobasco.

replies 181Jun 20, 2017 2:13 PM +00:00

My dad never missed Friday Night Boxing / Saturday Nights At The Fights. While watching the matches, he'd drink Animal Beer (Schlitz) and polish off a large jar of Giardiniera mix. Then he'd drink the juice straight out of the jar!

(Now I'm going to go throw up.)
replies 182Jun 20, 2017 3:49 PM +00:00

R182 - Are you sure we didn't have the same dad? lol. My dad usually drank Schaefer but ate those damn pickled cauliflower at the same time. I think he realized I was gay when I wouldn't watch boxing with him.
replies 183Jun 20, 2017 4:19 PM +00:00

r180, that's disturbing, how old ere you at the time? did you tell an adult? did or have you had any therapy?

replies 184Jun 20, 2017 5:23 PM +00:00

And I thought my father was weird...

replies 185Jun 20, 2017 5:40 PM +00:00

he was a heavy drinker and would always blow me when he'd come home drunk

replies 186Jun 20, 2017 5:48 PM +00:00

Smoked in the bathroom while taking his morning dump. Hated having to go in after him.

replies 187Jun 20, 2017 6:13 PM +00:00

Whenever my mom cooked something he didn't like, he would take the plate and fling it out the back door. I have to admit, she was a terrible cook.

replies 188Jun 21, 2017 10:32 AM +00:00

R187, i used to love it because the sulfur from the match covered any smell!! My mom, however.... oh my!

replies 189Jun 21, 2017 3:03 PM +00:00

R186. LIAR. you blew him, and the rest of the family knew it

replies 190Jun 21, 2017 3:08 PM +00:00

R180. not believable. . who taught you how to cusp your little fist for entry.......?

replies 191Jun 21, 2017 3:10 PM +00:00


replies 192Jun 28, 2017 5:32 PM +00:00

My dad has been at least buzzed if not outright sloshed since 1970, does that count as strange?

replies 193Jun 28, 2017 5:33 PM +00:00

No, R193. Unfortunately, it's become normal.

replies 194Jun 28, 2017 5:36 PM +00:00

With my dad it was Falstaff and wrestling but he also ate Giardiniera! That's weird!

replies 195Jun 28, 2017 5:37 PM +00:00

Walk around in a skimpy towel after his shower. Like a loin cloth. I swear he thought he was Jesus?? He is a fundamentalist Christian.

replies 196Jun 28, 2017 6:03 PM +00:00

You had a father?

--The Darfur Orphan
replies 197Jun 28, 2017 6:03 PM +00:00

R197 a HOLY father to you my son!

replies 198Jun 28, 2017 6:08 PM +00:00

Make us listen to Elvis night and day. Although, Sunday was 'religious' music only day.

replies 199Jun 28, 2017 6:11 PM +00:00

Used to regularly inspect our ears for blackheads and used a blackhead remover to take care of any he found.

replies 200Jun 28, 2017 6:25 PM +00:00

R193 the strangest part is that he's been varying degrees of drunk every day since 1970 but hasn't died of some alcohol related illness. He must have a liver made of gold.

replies 201Jun 29, 2017 11:36 AM +00:00

I don't think there was a night in my life when my father wasn't drunk, or at least passed out from drinking.

replies 202Jun 29, 2017 12:05 PM +00:00

R202 on one of your previous posts on this thread you said the weirdest thing your dad did was buy a cheaper brand of cola. On another one he was a soldier or something in Kiev? Now he's a raging alcoholic? How many dads did you have exactly?

replies 203Jun 29, 2017 12:48 PM +00:00

Cheap cola was me, R203. But I have no idea what "soldier in Kiev" could mean. Not a Russian bone in any of our bodies. I think I'll go trolldar myself.

BTW, what is inconsistent about a drunk buying cheap cola for his kids?

replies 204Jun 29, 2017 12:51 PM +00:00

Just figured it out, R203, I was responding to someone I took for Russian here in the present at DataLounge.

replies 205Jun 29, 2017 12:53 PM +00:00

Oh I see r205. I still think it's unusual that you think the weirdest thing your dad was buy cheap cola (not weird) when the weird part of your childhood was he was a pass out drunk. Every night. That's hardly a standard behaviour, even the ones who don't mind a couple of drinks at night. On the plus side he must have saved a fortune if he drank Scotch and Cola.

replies 206Jun 29, 2017 1:02 PM +00:00

I didn't realize my father was an alcoholic, R206, until I was grown up. I thought his behavior was normal. Oh, and the cola was for me.

replies 207Jun 29, 2017 1:06 PM +00:00

My dad is still kicking but at 70 he looks like he's about 90 due to the constant drinking.

replies 208Jun 29, 2017 2:43 PM +00:00

Faint every 5 min

replies 209Jun 29, 2017 4:29 PM +00:00

Back in the 50s and 60s . He imposed television censorship: 1. We weren't allowed to watch Ingrid Bergman movies, because she had a child out of wedlock. 2. Couldn't watch any Brit movies because we are Irish, and 'those damn limeys oppressed the Irish.'

He always loved watching the Miss America Pageant and he cried after she was crowned and walked down the runway. He loved watching WHAT'S MY LINE to see what Kitty Carlisle and Dorothy Kilgallen were wearing. (closet case?)

replies 210Jun 29, 2017 4:45 PM +00:00

That's actually very funny r210. He's at least bi, surely??

replies 211Jun 29, 2017 5:09 PM +00:00

Sleep with men.

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replies 213Jul 3, 2017 4:49 AM +00:00

R210's father = a one man Legion of Decency.

replies 214Jul 3, 2017 4:56 AM +00:00

My dad would get rid of our pets without consulting us. Rabbits, cats, dogs. When HE got tired of them, he'd get rid of them. Our cat had given birth to her first litter of kittens. We were so excited, my brother and I. One day after returning from visiting relatives, he told us he sold the entire litter! My brother and I were devastated. Mom was pissed, but she didn't say much. No apologies, no explanation, nothing other than a "Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about!". He did that with her second litter, this time calling Animal Control and this time momma kitty went too! He got us a pet rabbit that we loved, only to sell it to someone for food. His father was a cruel and sadistic bully, and a lot of it rubbed off on him.

replies 215Jul 3, 2017 5:50 AM +00:00

Mine vanished when I was 10...that was kind of weird.

replies 216Jul 3, 2017 6:11 PM +00:00

Point out woman that he'd fucked to me. No he was not a cheater as mother died when I was very young. He was a horndog! I don't think there was a woman in town that he didn't do.

replies 217Jul 6, 2017 10:33 AM +00:00

R187 My dad smoked in the bathroom too when he was taking a dump. There was an ashtray on the radiator next to the TP that usually had a few cigarette butts in it.

replies 218Jul 6, 2017 2:54 PM +00:00

my dad smoked in bathroom but it was to hide the awful smell of my mothers girdle which she would always hang on the towel rack when she was not wearing it. us kids used to refer to the smell as "dirty girdle smell"...... theres nothing like it. and my mom was hot. like a blonde ,french twist kim novak.(not kim novak now with face life. before when she was hot)

replies 219Jul 7, 2017 6:59 AM +00:00

R209. thats weird. my dad would pass out also. but he had narcolpsy ? he took ritlian ? you would be talking to him and he would just pass out. he spent most of the time watching the news or sports. but once he took the ritalin ? he became a different person, started buying me sports equipment and playing ball with me and taking me to events. but he stopped the ritalin cause it made him jittery and everything returned to like it was before

replies 220Jul 7, 2017 7:02 AM +00:00

Cheated on my dad

replies 221Jul 7, 2017 11:02 AM +00:00

When my father had a cold he would put Vicks vaporub on a spoon, sprinkle salt on it and eat it.

My friend's Italian father used to drink onion juice.

replies 222Jul 7, 2017 11:20 AM +00:00

My father came over from China in 1949 and was a Tiger Dad before that POS Amy Chua invented the term. HE was not a physician, but he wanted all three of to become doctors, not for our sakes, but so we could help him win a Nobel Prize in chemistry. (Yes, he was and is that much of an egomaniac). He used to drill us endlessly at dinner about becoming a doctor. My baby sister's the only one who did what he wanted and she took out restraining orders against him when she grew up. He is 94 now and a bitter, lonely man. He 's from that generation that would rather be alive than have any quality of life. I have no plans of seeing him alive unless my blind, incontinent, immobile, dementia-ridden mother goes first.

--Tiger parents suck
replies 223Jul 7, 2017 11:47 AM +00:00

Wow R223- how old are you now? Do you live near your parents (I assume they are living together?

replies 224Jul 8, 2017 5:32 AM +00:00

Positively harmless compared to others -

He would take jars of mustard, pickles etc out of the larder, carefully unscrew the jars and line them up, then add said condiments to his dinner until it was to his satisfaction, then take all the condiments, screw the lid on tightly and then put them away again...

I don't think he ever had a HOT dinner...

Miss him so much.

replies 225Jul 8, 2017 6:24 AM +00:00


replies 226Jul 8, 2017 10:06 AM +00:00

My father, for as long as I can remember, has removed food stuck in his teeth by using his tongue (I assume) and making a sucking motion; it makes a "phfssst" noise. The cacophony starts immediately after he finishes eating, right at the table. It has always made me insane and I've always been so embarrassed about it.

replies 227Jul 8, 2017 1:35 PM +00:00

My father wrote a novel about a young sailor's experiences abroad during WWII. It was obviously autobiographical; almost every detail was familiar from his war stories. The one supposed departure from fact was an affair he had with a local woman and their infant son, born a few months before he was shipped home.

He and my mother remained married after it was published, but she was never the same. She took to drinking heavily, and died of cirrhosis at 50. My father flatly refused to ever discuss this book with me. I sometimes wonder if I have an unacknowledged half brother? My father died at 78; now I'll never know.

replies 228Jul 8, 2017 2:21 PM +00:00

My dad's parents were absolute monsters and that rubbed off on him in the most insane ways. His mother, my Irish gram, was obsessed with bathroom behavior and while my father was growing up, he was forced to keep detailed journals of his bathroom habits: date, time, what he did, how big it was (if it was a dump), how he wiped (front to back or back to front) and its consistency. Even as an adult and long after that old witch died, he would keep these journals in the bathroom. He always used the same kind - like the notebooks that we used in primary school, I forget what they were called, but they weren't spiral and you couldn't rip the pages out of them. Maybe college-bound? A few times he tried to get me, my mother and brother to do it too and said it was important but my mother wouldn't stand for it. (She always covered for him saying he was doing this because his doctor wanted him to). Sometimes he would fish out his big "whoppers" with a little net and put them in jars or tupperware containers in the garage always saying he was taking them to the doctor but he never did. Sometimes in the middle of dinner he'd just stand up and announce, "nature's chocolate" and he'd get up and go to the bathroom.

--Herb "give em hell" Lifshitz
replies 229Jul 8, 2017 2:42 PM +00:00

I am up to R57 and I laughed hysterically at his post about his Jew-hating, shoe-throwing father.

Does anyone else here but me NOT remember his or her Dad (or in my case, deceased father) doing strange shit? In retrospect I realize how frigging hard my Dad worked in New York when the subways were not air-conditioned.

OK, back to the rest of the thread.

replies 230Jul 8, 2017 5:58 PM +00:00

Cleaned his ears with matches. Why? Beats me - we always had Qtips in the house.

replies 231Jul 9, 2017 2:38 AM +00:00

My dad always opened mail using a knife, from the end of the envelope and not the side. He was a paranoid man who would leave the bathroom door wide open while taking a dump so as to hear anything we might be saying about him. He didn't care who saw him and did this with the downstairs bathroom which faced into the dining room. C.R.A.Z.Y.

replies 232Jul 9, 2017 6:25 AM +00:00

R228, if you know where your father served, you possibly could find out.

replies 233Jul 9, 2017 6:30 AM +00:00

r95, I love your mom. Ha!

replies 234Jul 10, 2017 5:32 AM +00:00

R227 Get him Doctor's Brushpicks.
replies 235Jul 11, 2017 1:10 PM +00:00
Does anyone else here but me NOT remember his or her Dad (or in my case, deceased father) doing strange shit?

My father seems like Mr. Normal compared to most of these dads.

replies 236Jul 11, 2017 1:11 PM +00:00
My dad would get rid of our pets without consulting us. Rabbits, cats, dogs. When HE got tired of them, he'd get rid of them. Our cat had given birth to her first litter of kittens. We were so excited, my brother and I. One day after returning from visiting relatives, he told us he sold the entire litter! My brother and I were devastated. Mom was pissed, but she didn't say much. No apologies, no explanation, nothing other than a "Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about!"

That's awful, you must have been heartbroken :(

Btw, you know he killed them and didn't actually sell them, right? I hope he at least gave them an easy death, instead of slow torture.

replies 237Jul 11, 2017 2:00 PM +00:00

Oh, speaking of slow torture of helpless animals, I just remembered something my alcoholic piece of shit father did.

My uncle [Dad's brother] owned a motel just on the edge of the city, so it was surrounded by empty lots overgrown with weeds and wild grass.

One time when I was about 5 and we were visiting my uncle, I was exploring the grassy areas outside and discovered a nest of baby mice. I thought they were so cute and interesting, and rushed back to the house [attached to the motel] to tell my father and uncle all about it.

My father asked me to show him the nest, so I led him out into the field and pointed it out. He knelt down beside it, grabbed some dry wild grass and laid it over the baby mice, then lit it on fire and burned them to death. Right in front of little 5-y.o. animal-loving me.

--r237, crying at the memory
replies 238Jul 11, 2017 2:05 PM +00:00

R238, that's awful! I can relate a bit.... When I was about 8 years old, my mean grandfather and I were driving somewhere. A pigeon was in the street eating something. He saw the bird, laughed, and then ran it over. I was shocked. I can still hear the thump as we ran it over. (His car also reeked of old cigars. I hated being in his car.)

replies 239Jul 11, 2017 2:38 PM +00:00

Rob, cheat and steal

replies 240Jul 11, 2017 2:43 PM +00:00

Fuck me in the ass and make me suck him off,but he wouldnt kiss or hold me because that was "too gay".

replies 241Jul 11, 2017 2:48 PM +00:00

I just read this entire thread and now I'm sobbing. Not only because I feel bad for some of you, but realizing that even though my dad wasn't the best and had his faults, looking back I can tell he tried the best he could.

Even though calling him leaves me frustrated and annoyed, I think I'll give him a call now.

replies 242Jul 11, 2017 3:16 PM +00:00

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, R229 wins.

My sympathy to the posters who grew up with abusive fathers. Heart-wrenching.

I'm now even more grateful for my dad, who isn't even all that weird, if some of these examples are anything to go by. His way of saving every screw or piece of string, riding his 3 wheeler up and down their road collecting cans, putting a can of stew directly on the burner to cook on the pilot light and those days of making a song out of everything we said now look like endearing quirks.

We did do the duck and cover drills, though, and he used to conduct regular family fire drills, which were intensely embarrassing, especially when we were living in town rather than in base housing where our neighbors might be on the same wavelength as Dad, or at least have an inkling what was going on when we were lined up on the sidewalk in our PJs and flashlights, sounding off to his roll call.

replies 243Jul 11, 2017 5:26 PM +00:00

My father had shitty taste in decorating.

He had, and still has, a hangup with painting walls in a high saturation. In his mind…that shuts down a room.


replies 244Jul 11, 2017 5:43 PM +00:00

My dad used to tape earthworms to his forehead.

replies 245Jul 11, 2017 5:51 PM +00:00

R13, your father was gay. I've seen many gay guys do that constantly. No straight man would do such a thing.

replies 246Jul 11, 2017 6:15 PM +00:00

Growing up, as long as I can remember, my grandfather always wore a "jumpsuit." It had short sleeves, zipped in the front, and had a sewn-in "belt." His jumpsuits were gray, blue, beige, mauve, olive green; but it was always the same jumpsuit. He also carried a smoking pipe, though he'd stopped smoking years before.

One day I returned home for the holidays, during which time my grandfather had died. My dad was in his 60's, retired. While I was home, my dad started wearing the same jumpsuit, which really freaked me out. It was like "Invasion of the Body Snatchers."

replies 247Jul 11, 2017 6:16 PM +00:00

He used to obsess with shit and farts.

replies 248Jul 11, 2017 6:18 PM +00:00

My dad always played with syllables of words and names (i.e. Thomas Anderson would become Ander Thomason) I do this myself, in my head all of the time now) He'd cry at movies or TV shows and try to hide it with lighthearted laughter. I asked him about this when I was young, he told me that his father had also done it.

Despite marrying at 18 and divorcing at 22 because his first wife did not want children (she never did have any), he didn't seem all that thrilled about fatherhood. He ignored me a lot (Which with my borderline mother was probably a good thing. She couldn't stand for me to have any attention that she could have had for herself) I can remember one instance of him attempting to throw around a ball with me and I'm pretty sure that my mother instigated that. I didn't really get to know him until my mother died when I was 22 and that didn't last too long as he remarried (to another woman with the same name as my mother) two years later. I only really had any priority to him during his first year of widowhood before he met my step-mother, who called all of the shots thereafter.

He never really had any patience with me, his only child, He'd get pissed if I didn't understand to do something new without being given instructions.

If he got pissed off enough he pulled out the belt. his favorite thing was to hold my arm while chasing me around in circles being my ass. That said, I was only whipped a dozen times at maximum. It was never enough for my mother who'd become an alcoholic when I was 8 and decided that I was the reason for her unhappiness.

The thing that stands out the most to me was an incident when I was probably 8 or 9. Mama was somewhere, probably working at her family's bar (She only worked when she wanted to, and it was never for more than a year at a time.) Daddy drove us down to the another bar, which was owned by a friend of his since childhood, and told me to sit in the car while he ran in. After what felt like an hour I went in to find him talking with his friends. He took me back out to the car yelled at me and called me an asshole. He went back in for a few minutes and then came out and we left he was angry at me and I don't think I ever really got over the sting of him calling me that.

He also refused to believe that my mother told me regularly that she wished she'd had an abortion. Finally, drunk, she said it in front of him. He didn't respond in any way, I felt as though my existence made the both miserable and that they'd both have been happier if it had been just the two of them.

On the bright side his only response to my coming out was to tell me that he hoped I found somebody that made me happy. But neither of my parents were very homophobic, though my mother was sure I was going to die of AIDS like a lot of her lesbian sister's gay friends (I came out in 2000 at the age of 19)... It's funny to think of how my other gay friends found it so amazing how cool my Dad, and later my stepmother, were about me being gay. I suppose I just always felt that there was so much lacking our relationship.

replies 249Jul 11, 2017 7:15 PM +00:00

Most of it involved drunken antics. One summer when I was about 11 and on vacation, we were staying at a camp on a beautiful lake in Maine. I was out canoeing. My father and uncle decided to take out the gun to shoot birds.

I heard the distinct sound of a bullet whizzing by my head and they barely missed me. When I rowed frantically back to shore they told me I was full of shit and proceeded to continue their drinking.

I have zero positive memories of my father. Zero. Fortunately, he died young at 57.

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replies 251Jul 13, 2017 10:56 AM +00:00

Drive drunk with me in the van, push my head under water in the bath tab drowning me. He would let me up if he saw i was fighting back hard enough he was trilled when i punched him in the face. He said he needed tp see i was tough enough to live in this rotten world. He cut up my prized Mexican Jumping beans to see what they looked like inside. Even after i begged him not to. Came over shit faced and then proceeded to drink cooking wine as my mother was not a drunk like him. Until I was 8 and put a stop to it he picked me up by my hair to toughen me up. which was allowed to grow long . I still loved the bastard and I am sorry he is gone.

replies 252Jul 13, 2017 11:02 AM +00:00

My father's best friend and business partner was a "confirmed bachelor". They spent three or four days a week "on the road" together. Even as a kid I noticed my mother drank a lot during the week, but never on the weekends, when my father was home.

replies 253Jul 13, 2017 11:57 AM +00:00

That's interesting r252. Sad, but interesting.

Nureyev's father used to beat him, as he didn't want him to become a dancer. The father said all dancers were useless drunkards.

Nureyev said he was happy his father beat him, as the life of a dancer is tough, and the beatings toughened him.

replies 254Jul 13, 2017 1:35 PM +00:00

He had this weird recurring habit where, stopped at a red traffic light, he'd open his car door, "hock up a loogie" and spit it out on the pavement, close the door and resume normal driving.

replies 255Jul 13, 2017 1:44 PM +00:00

Mine was a pretty decent guy, but he grew up dirt poor and made it into the upper middle class, and that created a few kinks.

Like others have mentioned mine also had a lawn fetish, but it wasn't about mowing as much as watering. He had those little tractor sprinklers that "walked" along the hose--you would lay the hose out in a pattern and the sprinkler would slowly travel around the hose watering the lawn. Anyway, he laid those hoses out like he was planning the invasion of France, and he would come home at lunch just to reposition them for the afternoon run. If a brown spot appeared he would invent these wild zigzag patterns with the hose to increase the water in that area, and he was constantly buying the latest and best tractor sprinklers, usually at Sears for some reason.

He fought underground sprinklers for years, and when he finally broke down and got them it really took the sport out of it for him until he adapted. He would go around from sprinkler head to sprinkler head adjusting them with a little pocket screwdriver so the pattern was just the way he wanted it, and he was forever swapping out heads--the medium circle would be replaced by the big circle, and zone 1 would be adjusted from 20 minutes up to 22 and then down to 17 depending on the circumstances. He never l earned to set the clock o the microwave, but he was a master at the Rain Bird control box.

replies 256Jul 13, 2017 2:15 PM +00:00

wow, these stories are sad to read. i already posted about my dad navy captain....about my gay brother.."in your brothers world , todays conquest is tommorrows competition".. i was 14yrs old at the time, i wondered what the hell is he talkilng about

replies 257Jul 13, 2017 3:48 PM +00:00

Come home drunk, wake up my sister and me, make us come to the livingroom and listen to him sing "My Boy Bill". He would start sobbing when he got to the part about what if the son turned out to be a daughter. He did this week after week for years. And he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

replies 258Jul 13, 2017 4:46 PM +00:00

Allow me to pick up the child support check.

replies 259Jul 13, 2017 5:56 PM +00:00

Mine really believed he was a great singer. He was not

replies 260Jul 13, 2017 6:14 PM +00:00

Obsessed with turning off the fucking light switch. You could be stting on the toilet and if you forgot to lock the door you would suddenly see a hand appear and slowly shut off the switch near the dooe.

replies 261Jul 14, 2017 12:16 PM +00:00

R231 my dad did the same thing. He said his ears were itchy and a matchstick was better than a Qtip for that.

replies 262Jul 14, 2017 12:29 PM +00:00

Mine used to cut his toenails with a pocket knife

replies 263Jul 14, 2017 1:43 PM +00:00

Drink like it was his job.

replies 264Jul 14, 2017 7:15 PM +00:00

He had fathered 10 children by the time he was 36. (My poor mother.)

replies 265Jul 14, 2017 7:25 PM +00:00

My dad fathered 7 children R265 and only the youngest 3 have the same mother.

replies 266Jul 15, 2017 5:11 PM +00:00

My goodness but some of you have such vulgar upbringings.

replies 267Jul 17, 2017 6:53 AM +00:00

Express a deep seated hatred and disrespect for all women.

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replies 269Jul 19, 2017 4:29 AM +00:00

Close his office door at work to watch As The World Turns. I don't think the guy ever missed an episode. He and mom would discuss their "story" over dinner. It was sad because he died just three weeks before the last episode. I watched it with my mom and we just cried and cried.

replies 270Jul 19, 2017 8:33 AM +00:00

^That is so sweet.

replies 271Jul 19, 2017 9:07 AM +00:00

Take really really long walk down by the docks.

replies 272Jul 22, 2017 9:53 AM +00:00

Every time he left the house he'd drag one of us along because he was convinced if he left the kids home with our mother she'd run off with us and he'd be alone.

replies 273Jul 22, 2017 10:18 AM +00:00

He'd never do it if my mother or brothers were around, but if it was just the two of us in the house (I was the youngest) he'd be naked a lot. Like he'd strip off his work clothes in the kitchen or walk out of the shower to his room naked, often stopping by my room. It mostly happened when I became a teenager. I was a pale and slightly chubby kid and he was tan and super fit. I don't know if he was trying to show off for me so I'd want to make myself more "manly" like him or what, or maybe he just wanted to be naked in his own house and knew my mother and brothers would freak and I wouldn't.

replies 274Jul 22, 2017 11:05 AM +00:00

I'm convinced that a lot of our fathers did not like fatherhood...or they felt as if they were trapped into to a situation. My brother and I both promised that we wouldn't have children due to the way my parents treated us (passing out drunk, drunken tirades in front of company, fighting my mother, throwing his dinner on the floor, if he didn't like what was for dinner). My brother ended up having 6 children with a similar drinking issue but he spoiled his children. They are all entitled brats. I'm Gay and now wish that I had children because I know that I would have done a better job at fatherhood.

replies 275Aug 15, 2017 8:07 PM +00:00

"Strange shit your dad used to do when you were growing up."

My dad brought a "talking" moose home one Christmas for our lone gift; he'd named it "The Christmas Moose." We were astonished when he'd actually led it into our family's rec room and tethered it to a nearby coat hook. The most bizarre thing had happened: once it warmed up next to our holly and garland laden family fireplace, expertly decorated with red silken bows and pine cones and candy canes, it had suddenly announced, "Moooo, I say!"

replies 276Nov 15, 2017 5:17 PM +00:00
Close his office door at work to watch As The World Turns. I don't think the guy ever missed an episode. He and mom would discuss their "story" over dinner. It was sad because he died just three weeks before the last episode. I watched it with my mom and we just cried and cried.

Oh shit, that just reminded me of '06, when my drunken piece of shit dad was dying of lung cancer. He said he was really looking forward to watching the series premiere of Ugly Betty, since the commercials made it sound pretty funny. I remember thinking "Why bother? You'll be dead before the end of the season" but thankfully managed to hold my tongue.

The day it premiered, his sisters had come in from across the country and we were all in his favourite bar all evening, drinking and reminiscing. He forgot to set his VCR to tape it, and this was before the days of digital streaming, so he didn't get to watch it at all.

He was in the hospital two days later, and died a week after that.

I'd actually been looking forward to watching the show, too, but since he'd been so obsessed with it, couldn't bring myself to do it :(

replies 277Sep 22, 2018 10:29 PM +00:00
replies 278Sep 29, 2018 4:44 AM +00:00

I love raw potatoes with salt.

replies 279Sep 29, 2018 4:49 AM +00:00

Bitterly argue politics with me at dinner when I was 12. Upside: learned to detach myself from ideology and my own emotions. Downside: significant attachment disorder

replies 280Sep 29, 2018 5:00 AM +00:00

R275 — exactly. My father always seemed trapped and was never happy being a parent.

replies 281Sep 29, 2018 5:03 AM +00:00

drank and drugged himself to death by age 36

replies 282Sep 29, 2018 5:10 AM +00:00
when your Dad finally reached out, you should have. Parents are just human, pretty imperfect.

R69, even after my dad was diagnosed with a brain tumor he never reached out. I finally got sick of his shit and cut him out of my life in 92 or 93 and he died in April 2003. I was also not close to any member of my family at the time so I had little or no knowledge of what was going on in the house. When he was on his deathbed someone in the family finally reached out (don't remember who) so I went to the hospice, not so much as to see him but because I knew it'd mean something to my mom.

I didn't know he'd died until my aunt called me about an hour afterward. I asked her who was there and she said "everybody". She didn't elaborate who and I wondered but didn't ask why I wasn't told it was happening. I do remember that my first thought after I hung up the phone was that my mom didn't have to worry about him fucking around on her anymore.

replies 283Sep 29, 2018 5:18 AM +00:00

R41 lmao. Was your dad pulling a disability scam?

replies 284Sep 29, 2018 6:31 AM +00:00

r25, Were you poor? He either did that because you guys couldn't actually afford the activities that he would plan or which sounds more plausible, your dad is a sociopath. He did that shit to fuck with you; because it was probably done to him( some form of psychological manipulation). How has he been since adulthood?

replies 285Sep 29, 2018 6:44 AM +00:00

r29, sounds like your dad might have a hit of autism or aspergers.

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replies 287Sep 29, 2018 6:45 AM +00:00
My dad had zero connection with me or my could tell he would be just as happy if we were never around.

Same, except he was frank about it and freely shared that he never wanted kids. He would occasionally ask questions that most parents would probably know the answers to, like “how old are you?” and “what grade will you be this year?” It never bothered me that he was a near stranger - he had a mean spirited, paranoid streak and I never really connected with him either.

replies 288Sep 29, 2018 7:00 AM +00:00

When it was time to come in for dinner, he wouldn't yell for us to come in, he would stand on the back porch and clap and clap and clap until my brother and I would come home. It was fucking embarrassing, our friends would ask us what was the matter with our dad.

Oh and if we were far enough away we couldn't hear him clapping then he would be pissed that we didn't come when he clapped.

replies 289Sep 29, 2018 7:05 AM +00:00

Almost cried reading your story R130 . How can someone be so cruel to his own child?

replies 290Sep 29, 2018 7:16 AM +00:00

Lol. That is hilarious. Throwing a bible after yous. Jebus cripe.

replies 291Sep 29, 2018 7:18 AM +00:00

Freeballing under his caftan

replies 292Sep 29, 2018 7:34 AM +00:00

Mine eat raw potatoes with salt. Drank Rheingold Beer. And he was a devout Catholic. Whenever on of us 10 kids would make fun of somebody- my dad would say, that's Jesus Christ,you know.

replies 293Sep 29, 2018 8:46 AM +00:00

nothing.........he didnt do anything....he made himself absent as much as possible either playing golf or what ever, The main thing I remember as a kid, is him pulling out of the driveway.............on the other hand he never got angry, ever.

Our relationship got much better when I was middle aged as I could empathize I think how hard it is to act interested in things kids are interested in and I stopped taking his lack of interest personally as he wasnt able to do that with anybody..........We ended up as close as he ever allowed anyone to get to him. My mom of course was long divorced but she reached out towards the end when his health was failing and helped him out as well.

replies 294Sep 29, 2018 10:08 AM +00:00

Its weird, my dad was considered a gentle sort and he would do anything and everything for his kids and did all sorts of things with us, but yet while he was there, he wasn't there at the same time. Some level of disconnect, I sensed. The only person who could ever get him mad as a hornet was my shrew of a mother. When she pushed him hard enough he would snap and I would get scared. She can still be a shrew at 93! my father died at 90 years old about 8 years ago and I never really wept. Strange!

replies 295Sep 29, 2018 10:16 AM +00:00

wow. My dad grew up in the depression. His father abandoned him. I was the oldest son, and by god my dad idolized me. He was military, and I was born on a military base. I think my dad always hoped I’d go in the military and he was excited as hell when I went behind his back and enlisted. There was never a moment in my life I wasn’t certain my dad loved me and was proud of me. I know he wished I played sports, but my interest developed later: I was a skinny runt as a kid.

We were kids of the 1960s when discipline was still strict: so belts and switches were the norm. “Boy, go cut me a switch” were words to fear.

My dad embraced me, my partner who later became my husband. He put aside his objections and was totally supportive. He was always funny without meaning to be. The first guy I brought home was for Thanksgiving and dad rounded up the entire family and took us all out to a nice restaurant, which we never did as a family - ever.

In the middle of a crowded restaurant, Dad looks at me and says in his overly loud booming voice “So, you know I’m proud of you being Jewish and I’m fine with you being gay. But why do you have to be a republican?” The whole family burst out laughing. This was 1986. The restaurant was in very conservative Illinois town and well, they whole place went dead silent. Nice one, Dad!

There’s nothing my Dad wouldn’t do for his friends, his kids. Well, he didn’t watch his diet or keep up on his meds. So, we lost him in 1999. I broke down at his funeral and I miss him every day. He was my hero and a damn good man.

replies 296Sep 29, 2018 10:50 AM +00:00

These are some of the Maryest! posts I have read. Your dads were all fucking losers.

replies 297Sep 29, 2018 5:00 PM +00:00


--Buh dum bum bump bump
replies 298Oct 1, 2018 10:15 AM +00:00

Always had his hands down his pants when he was relaxing or watching TV. He wasn't exactly playing with himself, but I think he got comfort from keeping his junk cupped. Occasionally he would sniff his hand. Also had a tendency to pick his nose if he thought he was alone and then roll and flick the booger as far as he could. As kids we all developed an aversion to him touching us or handling our food.

He would brush his teeth at night and THEN have a snack before getting into bed.

He wasn't very comfortable with kids though he tried very hard, but he was loving, caring, and faithful to our mom. And he was a good provider. But when my mom died, he started wearing sports coats and bought a red convertible and put the moves on every woman he saw. It never occurred to him that he was being a cliche. Or that the advise he gave his sons would guarantee a sexual harassment suit in the modern workplace.

Years later, he developed dementia and his then wife put him in a nursing home. One of his hilarious quirks was to drop eating utensils down his pants so that the nurses/aides would have to put their hands down his pants to fish them out. We thought it was so funny and would time our visits around meal times just watch him furtively find ways to drop his fork into his pajamas. His nurses hated this and as much as possible had male aides feed him. He never tried it with the men. Unlike a lot of dementia patients he actually became more endearing and sunny the worse he got.

replies 299Oct 4, 2018 11:52 AM +00:00

Dad? What dad? We never seen no dads where I come from. Hell, I don't even know who he be!


replies 300Oct 4, 2018 12:27 PM +00:00

R13 creepy as hell! You have a horror film screenplay right there.

replies 301Oct 4, 2018 12:30 PM +00:00

R29 the envy of friends with normal parents. Know that one. Throughout my teen years I have vacationed for weeks at a time with family of friends.

The anger and resentment upon returning home caused a lot of problems with loud blow outs. It's really rooted in how the other parents adored and respected you. A completely different message. My brother never ventured far from home and family so he didn't realize he was getting robbed. Thought I was a troublemaker. By the time he figured out that our parents were peculiar he was in his mid thirties and struggling with the realization. I had put the issue to bed by my 23rd birthday. Those vacations with others saved me.

replies 302Oct 4, 2018 12:50 PM +00:00

My dad grew up in a shitty household with a mentally ill mother who told him she never wanted him, so he did his best to be a good father and make sure his children felt loved. Though I was a sensitive kid who liked music and didn’t care for sports while dad was more a typical “guys guy”, he was always supportive of my interests although I always maintained a vague detachment towards him, perhaps feeling like deep down he wanted a son who was into football and hockey and the things he liked.

replies 303Oct 4, 2018 4:39 PM +00:00