A fictitious creature in my life is often spoken about but rarely seen. Today The Phantom in my life is revealed.
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Made me cry. Jerk.
The relationship that you have with papa Lawson is a lot like the relationship I have with my dad. I’ve never heard it said this way, and that’s why I kind of got emotional. I’ve spent plenty of time feeling like a victim, but never stopped to realize that it should take some effort on my part too. Thanks Mikey.
Dude.
Did we not have this exact conversation back in like April. I feel like I deserve some sort of credit for pulling this story out of you!
Joking. Glad you decided to squeeze this story in among the silly stories (which I love too).
C
One of your best stories and one of my favorites, so far. Not so surprisingly, as a gay man, we had similar childhoods. My dad was the only boy in a family of 5 women and as his only son, I had LOADS of expectations heaped upon me from birth. A wife, grandchildren to spoil, a job to brag to his friends about…all destroyed by gay little old me. I don’t think I was flaming, but the candle did burn on occasion, only masked by my ability to play sports and keep him guessing by handling the many “manly” things he threw my way to “toughen me up.” I even played a season of football just to make him happy. You are lucky to get the opportunity to build the adult relationship with your father that is based on your mature truth, so take advantage of it. My dad died without ever REALLY knowing who his bachelor son was, but in my heart I know he knew. He never met my partner, though my mother has since forged a wonderful relationship with him and it has been a blessing.
Looking forward to your next podcast!
Joe
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Catching up on the WSWCL! :]
I have a seemingly similar relationship with my dad. Feels like he mostly doesn’t give a shit though I’ve heard he brags about me when I’m not around, but can say nothing good to my face. He hangs as far away from the sidelines as possible and when I was younger only went to stuff like band concerts out of obligation [yet I don't think he ever went to any of my middle school basketball games . . . lol]. While in my case it’s not at all linked with my sexual orientation, it’s like I don’t live up to his perfect standards regardless of whatever I put into being a good person.
And I think that’s much the same with any odd father/child relationship like the ones we have–they’ve set a standard too far in advance that don’t fit the people we are.
Thanks for sharing your story, I’m sure more people will level with it than you’d imagine.