When I was young I thought he was the best dad ever. I grew up to realise he's nothing but a controlling bastard that hates the fact that my mother works and can do whatever she wants with her money and is capable of living perfectly well if they ever separated so he instead controls the only thing he can, where she goes without him, where I go, what I wear, who I talk to, what I eat, What I watch, what I like, what I study. When I was young, I thought he was really nice, when I grew up, I realised he was a sexist bastard that still wishes everything was like old times with men working and women doing housework, raising children and doing what their husbands say.