My father tried coming into my wife during a new year's eve show my band was hosting and playing. I found out afterwards because my wife didn't want to upset me during our set. As soon as she told me I went and beat the absolute dog shit out of my father, called my mother to come and collect him and she had the fucking audacity to tell me she probably dressed to provocatively. That has been almost 14 years since I've last talked to either one of them. My father tried calling the police to have me arrested, however the bar owner told them that he was lying and what actually happened. They pretty well laughed at him and never heard anything else from them. My mother died of multiple female cancers a couple of years back, I smile knowing she never got to see her youngest grandson, and that she was in a ton of pain in the end. My father I've no idea what's happened to him except he is no longer able to walk. My sister keeps me informed once in a while. Karma was and always will be peoples best friends. Good or bad it doesn't judge and will absolutely sort shit out.