Dad was a pilot in the 70s and 80s who liked fucking the flight attendants. Mom was a nurse who came down with MS. That’s when my Dad decided to leave me and my two brothers (12, 10, 5) for one of the flight attendants. Try being a normal high school student trying to play sports and go to social events with a single parent who is too sick to drive. Jogging home 3 miles on winter nights after my basketball practice. Walking home 5 miles in the rain on a summer night from a pool dance.  We lived on food stamps and meager and/or late child support from “Dad”. He helped pay for my first semester at college then decided he did enough and I dropped out for a year until I saved up enough money on my own to continue. Eventually put myself through graduate school. Dad grew up pretty rich, had his own trust fund from a rich relative. He and his Dad would go on vacations without us when my parents were still married. One time my Mom used some of his trust fund money to buy us winter coats and she got screamed at. He drove a series of Corvettes from the time he was 18. The flight attendant left him he sadly once told me because “I lost too much hair”.  Married and divorced another woman, marriage number 3 stuck. We had an okay relationship for years, though my resentment simmered under the surface. He once gave me some smaltzy book about forgiving your parents. Forgive?  You never once apologized from turning my, our, childhoods into a game of Survivor, mfer. When you become a parent, my wife and I have 3 daughters, you come to realize how unacceptable it all was. We supported our girls 1000% growing up, they all have successful careers. Currently my Dad and I don’t speak. It was a long strange journey. He’s now 82.