Well, I finally made peace with my father. Really, I made peace with myself about my father. My mother passed away right after the birth of my first son. My father never really was involved in the past 6 years with my son, or my 5 year old daughter. I despised him for that. He married shortly after my mother died as most men of their generation do. He married a woman that doesn't know how to cook and had always been taken care of. I finally came to the conclusion that both of them need guidance. That both of them must be told what to do because they have always had someone to do that for them. So I told my dad to come and stay with my kids for a couple of hours a week. Gave them a set activity to do without me being there to interfere. He did great, my kids had fun. It worked out well. Now he wants to come over one day a week and hang out with them. Who would have thought it would be that easy. I needed someone to wait for a repairman, so I asked him to come to my house and wait. He did. Now, instead of waiting for him to think of things on his own. I offer him the suggestion of things to do and it works out famously. I think my mother would be proud.
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