He was my dad.
He worked.
We never went hungry but love and empathy were foreign to him, just like his father.
Distance of heart and mind defined both of them.
Emotional and physical abuse were regular occurrences.
When Dad was away, which was often, it was his selfish desires and lusts that took priority, his money, the family life blood, drained in gambling and carousing.
His lifestyle denied us comfort and love, and that practice left a bleeding hole, especially to the young who fail to learn compassion.
For those of you who are secure in the knowledge of a loving and caring father, try to imagine a life where you were forced to admit, No, my father did not love me.
Fatherless Sons is my story, but it is also the story of my father, grandfather, and son.
It is the story of plural generations of young men struggling without proper parental training.
Like weak links in a chain, they find themselves in the role of parent without the skills or knowledge to succeed.
Many times, through a sheer desire to avoid the errors of their fathers, they overcome and provide a stable home life for their children.
However, too often, the failed results are recorded upon criminal court records.
Ardent Writer Press, Llc Fatherless sons: the silent abuse, paperback/doyle duke
