I pretty much share each and every little details of my life with my mother but I just can’t seem to understand what do I talk with my father about??
He is religious like crazy & I am an atheist, so that’s a no-go
His news source is more of a “trust me” kind, so I don’t really talk about the news with him
He never talks about his likes/dislikes even when I push him repeatatively
He’s a stock market guy so all I ever talk with him is about his portfolio and how he missed his chances to become a young business tycoon (Dad Lore Warning ⚠️)
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I pretty much say each and every little details of my life with my mother but I just can’t seem to understand what do I talk with my father about??
He is religious like crazy & I am an atheist, so that’s a no-go
His news source is more of a “trust me” kind, so I don’t really talk about news with him
He never talks about his likes/dislikes even when I push him repeatatively
He’s a stock market guy so all I ever talk with him is about his portfolio and how he missed his chances to become a young business tycoon (Dad Lore Warning ⚠️)
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Honestly, mainly guy topics. Sports, cars, food, and beer. Maybe some tv shows we both watch.
My dad is both chatty and self absorbed, so I bring up one of these topics and then he spends a while offering his opinion. Then he won’t ask my opinion. I’ll mention another one of these and he’ll take it away again lol. That’s basically our relationship in a nutshell.
He was not much of a talker, but loved doing things anything manual. So I’d always find things that needs fixing around the house.
On his last visit we built a woodshed together. He passed away last year. That woodshed is my last memories of him.
Books. He reads a lot, made me read and I still do thanks to him.
That, and little things when we drink beers and play darts.
Everything.
To be honest, my father is my mentor and he has taught me well to understand others viewpoints and take them into consideration and try to understand differing of opinions to ensure when I disagree with someone not to make it personal and try to ensure I can explain my point of view clearly and without escalating emotion.
This has been great because as I have aged our opinions have differed and we both hear each other out and have great discussion which mostly lacks emotion.
I talk to my father about current events and media, he has never believed something I have told him and always demands a source (which he won’t read.)
He also treats me like google and asks “what movies came out this week?” Or “is it going to rain today”
My father passed away when I was 17 but I would love to talk with him about anything.
Obvisouly I would love to talk to him about how my life is now and about my wife and kids that he never knew.
I would also love to talk to him about life, philosophy, anything really. Everybody says he was an intelligent man and I was too young to really appreciate that
we usually try not to kill one another only because of my mom.
My parents watch my son and when I pick him up after work and my mom is not home my dad just vents to me about how mean my mom is to him (my dad) which I have witnessed. I love her but she definitely emotionally abuses my dad it’s gotten worse now that they’re older. I always defend him and I stand up to her but it ends bad and he’s told me to stop defending him because the arguments get heated. My dad was always full of life and so happy and full of jokes now he just seems empty and lonely. Although my son brings him joy he doesn’t seem the same person.
Bold of you to assume I talk to him. He did the classic do-over family after him and my mother didn’t work out. Except the one time I tried to initiate contact in my 20’s I haven’t seen or heard from him since I was 10. Great talks.
My dad pressures me at age 37. Nothing was ever enough for him. Still isn’t. He will die unsatisfied.
Lost my pops to the big C 11 years ago August but when he was alive and before he got sick, I’d talk to him about a lot of things as we passed by each other. I was living with him at the time due to the Great Recession so we’d talk about the events of the day, politics, how my job was going, even occasionally about my personal life.