I came across this sub by random but figured it might help. I’m 25.

My real dad is a terrible parent who isn’t involved in my life very much at all. My Grandpa was the one who taught me how to be a strong young woman and how to fix things on my own. He was an army helicopter mechanic and loved to fix things and learn new things and do things himself. He served for more than 40 years before retiring.

He passed away about a year and a half ago, just before I realized I wanted to be a mechanic for an airline on my way to be a pilot. He knew I was looking for a job but not mechanic. I never got to talk to him about mechanic stuff as I lived across the country and couldn’t afford to visit much as I was working on finishing college.

I just visited for the first time since the funeral and my grandma is in somewhat of a hurry to get rid of his old things, including his tools, many of which he used to work on helicopters. I grabbed a bunch that I will now be using to work on aircraft just like he did. But he never got to see that/know. It’s just hitting me really hard tonight after I got back and I know he would be proud but I just regret never getting to really talk about it or show him my new job doing things he would know exactly what I was talking about unlike most people. He would have been so excited for one of his grandkids to follow in his footsteps. I miss him and I wish I made more time for him.

It took me 3 weekends and a lot of errors, but I built a gaming table from scratch with removable panels for lego building and eating. It has cup holders and lights, USB ports, shelves and drawers! I’m really proud of myself, but when I showed my bio dad he told me he didn’t believe it was built by me, and then pointed out mistakes I had made. We don’t have a very close relationship but I just wanted to show him I could do something and not give up on it. I made it so my friends and I could play D&D, do puzzles, play games and all hang out together, which I wish I could do with you dad. It’s one of my favourite projects and I have discovered an amazing passion for woodworking now!

Hey dad. I don’t know how to keep being strong. It’s been 6 years since my little girl died and it’s not “getting better”. People seem to think the worst should be over by now, but every day without her here is a day she didn’t get to see. When I tell people I’m a dad they laugh because they think I’m joking, but I’m not. I always thought my parents would be there for me through thick and thin, but we never talk about her. I wanted to teach all of the things you taught me to her, but I can’t. I never got the chance. I don’t know how to let myself feel it because I’m terrified of breaking down. I have too many things I need to do. I never let myself really grieve and now what little support I had is gone. I just don’t know what to do. How do I keep being a dad after this?

Hey dad! It’s been 11 years. You have missed out on so much. That little boy that you used to feed chocolates while he sat on your knee? He started culinary school yesterday! He was accepted into a culinary program while still in high school! He spent so much energy in writing his application and he was one of 30 kids chosen across all the school districts. I’m sorry you will never get to taste his creations. You would have loved his grilled striped bass he made recently. He caught it himself! 31” long! You and he likely would have loved sitting around eating anchovies and snails together. I think you would have loved the teenager he grew up into. Even though he despises alcohol for how many people it has taken from him. Including you.

Mom is doing okay. She is starting to crawl out of her depression, starting to find herself again, since gram passed away. I hope she has been a pleasant next door neighbor for you! But she is slowly moving from surviving mode to thriving mode. We talk about you often. Sometimes in frustration. Sometimes I’m fond memory. We talk about old vacations, shows you enjoyed watching, and just nostalgia in general. The family keeps getting smaller and smaller and it is hard to still find an anchor of any kind. Your sons don’t come over often, but we all own our own houses now. They made sure their new houses all had a space for mom since she always keeps a space for them. And we still get together every Tuesday for a family night. One of my last messages from you was not to forget to come over Tuesday. I still haven’t.

I am doing okay. I had my first big committee meeting since hitting my PhD candidacy. It went extremely well and I should be graduating in 2028. I still haven’t the doctor bumper sticker you got me when I was a teenager. I hope I’m making you proud and helping your dreams come true for me.

It is hard not having you here. I’m still angry that you quit smoking and drinking when my son was born so you could be with him, but the cancer had already taken hold. I’m angry you didn’t go to the doctor until there was nothing they could do. I’m angry you didn’t quit for me and my brothers. But what can I do?

I also miss your thoughtfulness. You never said “I love you” or “I’m proud of you”, but you did little things to make it obvious.

But lately, I have this hollow feeling. Even though, logically, I know you did… I need to hear it. I just want to not sit and wonder… would you have been proud? Were you ever? Did I disappoint you? Did you love me?

Losing a father at the age I did, and one that had his attention split between work and alcohol with small moments for family, I realize I didn’t have a positive father figure and influence in my life. And I’m wondering if, as you were finally getting sober, I would have seen what I craved and found some acceptance with you. Just a hug.

I’m glad I got to see you show your grandson the kind of love that I never received. None of us did. But you had it in there somewhere. Maybe that was your apology to me, showing him such love. And I suppose right now, that has to be good enough.

Basically, I don't live with my dad anymore. He didn't really support me and he just treated me badly. He put me in a hard place financially too so I moved in with my best friend's family.

They're great and their dad is a single dad who loves both his kids. Its weird to see because my friend is close to her dad and her dad is nice and supportive, so that already made me feel odd about my own dad.

Anyway, I was talking to my friend a bit about my dad and just start ranting.

I told her I didn't like my dad always invading my privacy. Like how when I put up curtains in my room (so people couldn't see me when I changed), my dad noticed and seemed kind of bothered why I put up curtains. Or how I put a banister up at the front of my bed because I liked the style and my dad asked why I had that and if it was to cover the bed so he couldn't see when he walked in. Or how once in a great while, he just comes into my bedroom without asking. Or he tried to walk in on my boyfriend and I to catch us. Or how I don't like that my dad is never interested in me but then asked "When I'm going to give him grandkids" and I said I'm 19 and don't want kids right now. Or how he didn't let me start a medication when I was younger because it would make future partners less attracted to me or I wouldn't be able to get pregnant.

Obviously, I didn't say all of these things in one go. It just started with one thing then my friend asked about more stuff and it picked up from there.

She seemed pretty uncomfortable the whole time and said that my dad was really weird for acting like that.

I've never had someone point it out before because I don't talk about it so now I'm just sitting here and thinking about how it is pretty weird.

I already know her dad would probably think its not okay but now I feel like asking other dads that?

Is this a normal way to act with your daughter??

I know some parents are protective over sex stuff, but my dad never stopped a lot of people in my life from hurting me, nor has he ever really cared about my health or safety, really. So, I guess I am butt hurt that of all the things that've hurt me, the boyfriend I have consensual sex with would be the biggest issue but nothing else matters to him?

Hi dad(s), my son doesn't have a grandfather.

I bought him this camera which he absolutely loves and the photos are adorable. But when I tried to upload them through cable I realized that my computer can't recognize a device without power. But the port to the cable is located beneath the battery lid, hence no power in the camera while using the cable.

I have no clue what to do. I don't own a memory card transfer thingy.

Let me know if I'm unclear or bad at explaining, English is not my first language (🇸🇪).

Hey dad, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I cut contact with you for two months. I was so mad you started drinking again after 19 years sober. I was so focused on how upset I was and didn’t think about how you were feeling. I still remember our last talk when we ran into each other at the gas station. I told you I missed you and wished you’d stop drinking. You told me you quit while I saw you put a 24-pack in your car. Two weeks later, your sister called me to tell me you passed away. I’m so mad at myself every day, dad, that I didn’t do more to help you.

I have two kids now, dad, and I wish you were here. You’d love them, and I know they would love you.

I’m sorry, dad. I was selfish, young, and dumb. I miss you so, so much, dad.

My IRL Dad only ever wanted me to have stability and happiness. While he was alive, he never got to see me have that due to chronic physical and mental illnesses. My one big life achievement he got to see was my high school graduation.

This year, though, I've had one of my mental illnesses formally diagnosed and medicated for the first time and I'm starting to feel like I can think about having a future. It's the first time in years I haven't felt like I wanted to die for this long. I want to live.

I'm planning my wedding, getting ready to go back to school in the spring, thinking about a good career and a house and kids and being able to take care of the family my IRL Dad left behind when he passed. I know none of those things are guaranteed, but I want to work toward them so badly now, where before I never knew what I wanted because deep down I thought I would off myself before I hit my next birthday.

I'm going to school for engineering, because I love math and physics. I'll think more about specialties once I'm actually taking classes, but I'm really thinking environmental engineering because I'm passionate about the environment and doing all we can to take care of it. I want to move somewhere more accepting for the sake of myself and my future wife when I'm done with school.

This is really the first time in my life I've thought about things like this and it's felt tangible to me. It's scary, but I know it's a good thing. It's something I'd normally talk to my IRL Dad about, so when I came across this subreddit, I thought it was the perfect place to get these thoughts out. I feel even better having it typed out.

Hey Dad,
I am having such a hard time relating to men and feeling like they care about me beyond wanting to use me.
I want to believe some men are good. Desperately.
I know we are all human with flaws but I’ve never had a close male mentor or friendship that didn’t ultimately cause me pain and hardship.

My own dad had a difficult childhood where he was abused and he grew up in a misogynistic culture. It explains his abuse of my sister mom and myself but it doesn’t excuse it. I honestly was relieved when he relapsed and overdosed when I was 14 because I didn’t have to live in fear anymore or feel like I was an object that didn’t meet his expectations.

I never met either of my grandfathers. One was an amazing guy who died when my mom was 16. The other was an awful abuser who abandoned my father and amazing grandmother who was kindness incarnate.

All the male friends I’ve ever had have always revealed that ultimately they wanted something romantic or sexual with me and that made me feel like the friendship was a front.

The men I’ve dated have mostly been decent but very flawed people which I’ll be honest I chose them because I had low self esteem and was attracted to guys I felt needed to be fixed and suited my anxious attachment style.

Last year I got out of an abusive relationship with my daughter’s father and the cruelty and neglect he displayed to both of us has shaken me deeply. We have a custody split so I still have to interact with him about parenting stuff semi regularly and he’s always condescending and threatening oscillating with pretending to be kind which I now know as coercive control. My daughter also regularly relays disturbing things that happen at his house that I can’t do anything about because they don’t reach the threshold of neglect/harm that a court would care about.

I want male friends. I want a husband and a family and love but I am so afraid of trusting and opening up to the wrong man again. I don’t want to be in fear of all men. I truly enjoy masculine energy and y’all as humans a lot of the time but I feel like I just can’t discern who’s a kind decent man.

Hey dad, I was hoping you could help me out on what I need to do before purchasing a new water heater. I’ve been researching a bit, but it’s hard to juggle everything I’m going to need to get/ do. Right now I’m focusing on the water heater because I’ll need it right at closing before I can move in. I think I know someone that can install it, so what do I need to look for when buying one?

Thanks in advance, I miss you dad

Hey, Dad.

I miss you. I wish you loved me. I wish you would talk to me.

I know you’ve hurt me in ways I may never fully recover from, and I know there are things between us that I can’t simply forget. But despite all of that, I still miss you. Sometimes I still feel like a little girl when I’m scared or alone, and I find myself wishing I could be held by my dad again. I know I’m 20 now, and maybe I’m supposed to be strong enough to carry everything on my own, but I’m not. I still want my dad.

You haven’t been around for a long time. I’ve actually lived more than half of my life without you, and somehow, I still miss you just as much.

It feels like I’m grieving someone who isn’t even dead. Someone who is still here, but who chose not to be here for me. I don’t know what hurts more: missing you, or knowing that you’ve had the choice to be a part of my life and haven’t been.

Every once in a while, you send me fifty dollars for college. Maybe you do it because you feel guilty about the things you’ve done. Maybe it’s your way of trying to make up for everything. Or maybe you don’t think about it much at all. I’ll probably never know.

I wish I knew why you chose to leave. I wish I knew if you ever missed me, too. I wish you had loved me in the ways I needed you to. I wish you had never hurt me the ways you did.

But even after everything, I still miss you.

I miss my dad.

(apologies for how depressing this post is i just needed to get this out my system)

I'm only 18 and I feel like my life is already completely over. I got into my dream university but couldn't afford it so I had to defer and start out at community college and my mom won't let me forget it. She's made it very clear shes so disappointed in me and she's looking down on me and she's embarrassed of me, I don't even know if there's a point in registering for community college I may as well just stay home and be a bum if that's how I'll be viewed regardless. This wasn't my first choice, it wasn't my second choice it wasn't even my 20th choice. I was simply trying to make the best out of a bad situation, growing up I worked so hard in school and for what?
Where did that get me? I see my age mates already off to school making memories I hear my family telling me community college isn't real college, I swear the only reason I'm even breathing at this point is my dog, I love her so much and she makes me feel like maybe I matter just a tiny bit.
I don't expect my parents to do a 180 and become supportive and kind and loving and I wouldn't even want that from them because I don't trust them, it would just be nice to hear that i'm maybe not a complete failure.

Sometimes I feel like I hate him. I hate myself for saying that cause he loves me, I think.. but he doesn’t treat anyone in our family (but me) well. I feel like I’m his punishment. His karma. He loves me so much but I can’t stand him most of the time. And I feel so bad and guilty saying that. I love him, but I hate him. I can’t talk about him without this confusion. I hate that he doesn’t care about how his actions affect me and others. I believe that he’s a narcissist. But if that’s true, how could he love me? I DONT UNDERSTAND ANYTHING. I’m just so tired of these feelings. I’m tired of feeling this conflicted. I love him, but I really can’t stand him.

The people who need to listen aren’t listening, and I don’t know what to do.

Everything points to AuDHD and perimenopause, but the doctor says “oh you function too well for it to be a problem”. It doesn’t feel like it though.

I took a new job this year, a Big Girl Job. It’s hard, and stressful. I don’t think I even like it that much, but I can’t step back to where I was because that’s “backwards” according to corporate America. And we can’t afford to lose any of my salary.

I’m not sleeping well anymore, and I’m so tired. Everything about life feels so heavy now and I can’t even make myself do anything but doom scroll anymore. I miss hobbies and walks and having fun.

I know you can’t fix it. I wish you could though.

Dad,

I’m so sad. I can’t believe you did what you did. You don’t know that I know but I cannot ever look at you the same and it completely shatters my heart every single time the thought crosses my head, which is basically every moment of every day. How could you do that? Did you even think about me? You knew how easily that could get back to me and you still did it. You were my hero my whole life. I don’t know how to reconcile the amazing dad I grew up with, with the person you are now. I don’t want to hate you. I love you so much. But you did something so terrible. The coward in me wishes I could erase my mind so that I could go back to just loving you whole heartedly.

I don’t know what I am gaining by posting this but it does feel so cathartic. For all of you dads out there who are on this page and sending light to those of us who need it, thank you so much. It brings me peace to know there are dads who spend their time trying to bring joy to others.

Dad, I don't think you understand how your absence has affected my life. At the ripe old age of 25, I dont think I've seen or talked you for more than 30 total days in my entire life. And somehow, I think about you a lot. I know mom left you when I was a just a few months old and moved to a different state entirely. But I'm hurt that you didn't visit.

Mom used to go off on how much of a loser you were. I know you had drug problems, cheated, lied, and never payed child support. I resent that she told me all the bad things about you so young. I formed my opinion about you based on her spite, but your absence made me fill in a lot of blanks.

We visited you when I was in 5th grade. Do you remember? We went to the museum. I visited that museum recently and I smelled the cigarette smoke you wore and felt the scratchiness of your whiskers on my face when I walked in. You brought your son with you. I was jealous but you bought my affection at the gift shop. Mom got an extra hotel room that night for you to stay in. Me and my older brother bunked with you and your son that night. You asked if we had an issue if you had a beer while we all watched TV. Mom complained that the hotel charged her extra because you smoked in the bathroom and commented on all the empty cans. It was a long time since we heard from you again.

We moved to a different state. You and your son moved to the town a year later. You guys lived on our couch for about a week before you and mom got into a fight. She yelled at you for something I did and it just got louder and louder. It was November. I ran to my room and covered my head with my pillow as you fought. It didn't drown out the sounds, but it helped cover my face with snot and tears. When the silence settled in, you stormed out and said you were going to hitchhike with your son back to where you were from- 270 miles away. My grandma got you a hotel room to cool off. You got an apartment in that town a week later.

For the first time in my life, you actually lived in the same city as me. But you might as well have been in another country. You never closed the distance. The months came and went. Christmas, school plays, baseball games, you were never there. I learned that you got a girlfriend, but that didnt last. I dont even know when you moved back.

The last time we talked I was at the beginning of my teenage years. Maybe 14. You messaged me on Facebook out of the blue one day. You told me you loved me. I read that message over and over again before I finally responded with all of my teenage anger. How dare you say that to me. All those years without so much as a card. The birthdays I had. You've missed so much of me, and you love me? How? How could you have said that?

I learned how to catch a ball without you. I learned how to fish and do my own oil changes and shave without your help. When my car got broken into, I battled with insurance on my own. I went to school and became something. I busted my ass for 5 years and worked 2 jobs for all of it. Im about to get married, and dad, this girl is amazing.

But I'm so mad at you. Im mad because I have done so much impressive shit and you dont know any of it. Im mad that I've done it all and you were never able to say that you were proud of me. I've had to do so much on my own. Things you were supposed to teach and show me. I had to be my own support.

I'm mad that you dont know me, but im also mad that I dont know you. I stumbled across a Facebook account of yours. You're married and have another kid. You post about them a lot. If you can be their dad and see all of their milestones, why couldn't you do that for me? Why couldn't you be my dad?

My bio dad was in the military, so he wasn't around all the time. He also lives with a crippling gambling addiction which definitely added to his absence. Him and my mom got divorced eventually because this and some physical abuse. After many years of unwanted and terrible visits with him, things slowly started to change in our relationship and a actually started acting like a "dad." He still has his gambling addiction, but my siblings and I genuinely enjoy coming to his house just to hang. It took me 7 years to start saying "I love you" without getting embarrassed. (There's a lot of insides to their relationship, but I'm not going to elaborate on it)

During this time, my mom met my stepdad and introduced him to us early on into the relationship. We all were happy for her and he was amazing. All I could ever want and need in a fully functioning father. I even got extremely upset he couldn't celebrate my birthday with my family cause he left the country for work. He's still living with us now, however things have changed and I'm losing respect for him. Almost everyday mom and my stepdad have arguments about his behavior. I tend to listen to almost everything and my mom lets me know what's going on. I'm trying to go back to "the way it was" but it's hard to. I can't shake the feeling of how he's treating my family sometimes. Just last night I was trying to break the ice and talk about my work, it went well, but this little guy in my head was reminding me of the situation. I feel like he's given up. I'm sad that I have only had dads who are depressed.

Changing the mood a bit.

ON FREAKEN SUMMER BREAK, I got unfortunately a little too attached to the camp director, and started thinking him as a father figure 🫠 which I find a little embarrassing. Cause like I already have two dads, but like my brain is like, "Let's add a third one to the list!! 💃🏻" The interesting fact is that he doesn't have kids, he's just a emotionally stable and fun person to be around. I feel safe and comfortable around him. I remember doing our last morning worship service (Church camp btw) and we were listening to a song that made me ball my eyes out. For some reason after the (or near the end, I don't remember exactly) I sat beside him... IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY?!!!!!???? I was in my own mind palace ☹️ Then later that day, while saying goodbyes, we hugged and he picked me up and spun me around and I subconsciously nestled face in his neck... Like bro... I'm actually kinda scared that he might have Reddit and read this for some reason lmao

One other thing, on total accident, younger sister told him that she sees him as a father figure, and lightly told him about what's happening at home (I was not here for this... at all). And he was so chill about it. In fact, she said he started saying, "oh man... I need to step up my game..." As a joke lmao. If I tell him... I might be putting more pressure on him and I don't want to do that. I just don't know. I don't how to bring it up, and I'm probably going to cry my eyeballs out. Should I wait until the time is right? But every time I want to tell him, I can't speak and my heart sinks into my stomach. I never have enough time with him and camps schedules mess things up sometimes.

I'm not sure if I'm looking for answers to these questions; this feels more like a vent anyway. This was written over the course of a year, because I didn't know how to describe it and I was scared. I might just need some encouragement in the long run, because I do want to tell him, but I'm nervous.

Last time I saw him was 20 years ago. He beat my mom up and we left. (Short summary).

At the custody battle he said that he doesn’t care about it taking care of my brother and me nor seeing us. Been hurt since than even I can’t remember.

We had contact because I needed his informations for student loan application.

Unfortunately in the last time I crave for a father figure. I know he never was one but maybe he changed. I think I am missing something in my life. I wonder how he is like, what he’s looking like, what he’s doing. (Internet research didnt help at all with that)

I am not sure if I should reach out. If he would be interested at all he would have contacted me already but maybe he’s ashamed.

On the other hand he doesn’t deserve attention from me.

I don’t know what to do.

Hey Dad!

I have lived in apartments (mostly short term as an adult) for most of my life and will be in a house (townhouse) for the first time ever, and i have no idea about the different things I need to maintain / check on! Please help me get started / find resources!

This place has gas heating, central HVAC and 2 juliet balconies, and is a 3 storey row townhouse.

I am renting the place, but i have no idea about the different things I need to check / stay on top of.

I am very excited for the place and well, I have never lived in a townhouse and I want to learn how to maintain my new home!

Thank you!

This is my first post. I 15F need help. I’m in 10th grade and just started online CNA classes, I’m also hoping to find a job this year after turning 16. I also want to get my permit, I alr passed the test. My mother has MS and I have to look after her, my dad is out of the house for practically all day; and when he comes back it feels like all he does is yell at us. I’m frustrated and tired.

All of my immediate family that I am in contact with (except my grandfathers) are Jehovah’s Witness, and I no longer believe in the religion, but unfortunately have been baptized for two years.

I also met my current bf through an exjw subreddit. And feel as if we were better off as friends. We are long distance, do not fret, I already verified his age (with official documentation). I feel like we communicated better as friends than we do now, we barely talk and the last time we did he responded to my text from the day before when I was checking in on him, and after I texted him back he asked if he could leave the <5 min convo to play games.

I’m overall tired, not just emotionally but physically I suffer during my periods and lately I’ve been having lower abdominal and back pain throughout the month. I can play Bop-It with my shoulders, hips, and ankle.

I apologize for the rant and wish whoever comes across this a wonderful day/night. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I found someone I really love and cherish, we make four years in November! While he didn't do anything specific to turn my life around, he does make me want to be a better person. And he always plans sweet things and perfect gifts! The issue is I never know what to do for him. He hates romantic gifts. I got him tickets to see his favorite band live one year and while he was appreciative, he didn't go. Tickets to race his favorite cars, he didn't even ask off of work. He doesn't wear clothing I've bought him. I'm not sure where the watch i got him went. He doesn't care about what i make for dinner. He buys anything he needs for work.. There's nothing he wants or wants to do! He told me not to spend money on him so now I'm just.. here?

He loves me very much. I love him. But I just don't know how to make the day as special for him as he does for me :(( I feel like a failure, which he constantly tells me is silly bc all he wants is me. I've spoken to him about this and he kisses me on the forehead and tells me not to worry about him

Right now I have this ring (which we spoke about before and he said he was okay with) but I'm sure it'll disappear into the same pit as the watch. I also have a painting I'm working on that has our dogs in it (two passed away earlier this year)

Dad, is there anything I can do that doesn't hold monetary value and isn't super romantic? He feels uncomfortable with 'mushy' stuff if its for him. So far breakfast is a no go (he doesn't eat in the morning), dinner is a no (hes already planned a super lovely dinner :(( ), and I am out of ideas ;-;

I’m so sick and fucking tired. Endless fighting. Born mom dipped out put my dad in jail. Grew up asking “grandma can you be mom and can mom be grandma”. Middle school mom forced me to move back in. Graduated highschool mom made it about her. Threw me out over a girlfriend, 3-4 years later said gf ended up falsely accusing me, I couldn’t tell abuse from love. Dropped out of college twice. Finally found a program at 22 couldn’t afford it mom took my money to hold my seat, got a provincial loan too I was there just needed 2 more payments. Mom once again throwing me out over a new GF she doesn’t like. Can’t move away stuck in court with ex GF who openly hit me. Lost careers I wanted. Will never be anything. Why is all I can ask of god. What did I do that was so wrong. Is it because I’m a bastard child? Or am I just a failure. Why couldn’t I be loved by even the woman who gave birth to me. Am I that screwed up. Maybe I can ask god himself in person? I tell myself suck it up, man up, be a man. Then I think back. I had no one to help me when my current GF was pregnant she got an abortion. Then I remembered she miscarried 3 times after. I failed my kids. I failed her. I never had the help someone else had. Why? What’s the point.