Yes. My Daddy was a *serious* jerk. To go into it would require a blog of stupendous proportions. Jerk to my Mother, jerk to me and all my sibs. Treated me the worst of all. I had to either find a way to have a relationship with him on my terms or none at all. Being a family-minded person (and no doubt *still* wanting his love & approval), I decided to find some kind of peace and relationship but on my terms. It made him mad as hell sometimes but I'd just say "Bye Daddy" and either hang up or leave when he got to be too much. However, this left me in the best position when my Daddy committed suicide early last year. My Mother and brothers are still reeling. I still cry but know that at the end, I had accepted him for who he was, warts and all, and that he did love me even though he couldn't do it worth a sh*t.He will die. Don't live to regret what you didn't do. It never hurts you to be nice to someone else regardless of their sins against you and yours. I'm glad I did because I have no regrets. On the other hand, I have a brother who is damn near suicidal himself because he feels so bad about he treated Daddy at the end.Do it. And this time, send it.
