My parents divorced when I was about 6 and my mother basically drove him off, and then moved us across the country. It was the 70s and there was none of this 50/50 custody; kids stayed with the mother and that was that. I have never forgiven him for being 90% absent, mainly because he left me with a crazy mother. I think he would have been a pretty good dad, and my life would have been totally different if I'd had him -- but I didn't.
He died at 65, and I wish he hadn't left the world so soon. I did and do love him. My mother died at 69, and it was a relief -- at the end of the day, I did not love her.
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