I went no contact with my dad in 2009 after he refused to come to my wedding because he “doesn’t like weddings” (my mother says he did it to hurt her, even though she preferred his absence).
He never took much of any interest in my life before that moment, either. It wasn’t until after my second child (my son) was born that he suddenly gave a shit about my family and wanted photos of the kids so that he could show off his grandson.
We refused. He got angry. I told him, in clear words, that he made the choice to never be part of my family, and he had never earned the right to have access to my children. He is a stranger to us.
He calls me selfish for this. He replied that he’ll be taking me out of his will, as if I was ever in it to begin with.
Part of me wants to ask for a photo of your son, just to prove a point of how low your dad is on the chain. That you’d share a photo with me, a total stranger, but not him.
But then I have this OTHER side to my brain. The logical side. That side hears that idea, and thinks “That’s really weird though…don’t do that!”
And then there’s this OTHER OTHER side of my brain, the side in charge of my sense of humor, that says “Actually, you should type up your inner monolouge, and use the whole thing as a meta joke. THEN you should mention pineapples, which have nothing to do with anything. But it’ll inevitably make OP think about pineapples! So just mention them! It’ll be funny!”
I went no contact with my dad in 2009 after he refused to come to my wedding because he “doesn’t like weddings” (my mother says he did it to hurt her, even though she preferred his absence).
He never took much of any interest in my life before that moment, either. It wasn’t until after my second child (my son) was born that he suddenly gave a shit about my family and wanted photos of the kids so that he could show off his grandson.
We refused. He got angry. I told him, in clear words, that he made the choice to never be part of my family, and he had never earned the right to have access to my children. He is a stranger to us.
He calls me selfish for this. He replied that he’ll be taking me out of his will, as if I was ever in it to begin with.
Boomers, man…
Part of me wants to ask for a photo of your son, just to prove a point of how low your dad is on the chain. That you’d share a photo with me, a total stranger, but not him.
But then I have this OTHER side to my brain. The logical side. That side hears that idea, and thinks “That’s really weird though…don’t do that!”
And then there’s this OTHER OTHER side of my brain, the side in charge of my sense of humor, that says “Actually, you should type up your inner monolouge, and use the whole thing as a meta joke. THEN you should mention pineapples, which have nothing to do with anything. But it’ll inevitably make OP think about pineapples! So just mention them! It’ll be funny!”
Pineapples.
The inner monologue was valid. However I think your plan backfired…