[Not single-page] A difficult life with a father remembered through his favorite words and phrases:

He never once found comfortable shoes, and when he’d come home from the plant after a double overtime, the searing pain in his feet would have him whimpering like a child. Swornin’ to goodness! was his pain expression. Was it his horrible feet?

His maniacal mother, my grandmother, Letha (we called her ‘Lethal’), taught him that ‘if it isn’t perfect, its not worth doing,’ thus paralyzing my father for life. It was she who dragged my father, aged eight, to a hotel in downtown Baton Rouge, busted into a room, and showed him his father in bed with another woman. ‘Look at your father,’ she said. Was it Lethal?

Or are unhappy people born unhappy?

Would he have been the way he was if he had never had children? Did I turn my father into a monster?

“Daddy: My Father’s Last Words.” — Mark Warren, Esquire

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