My father and I have always had a rocky relationship. I took care of him during his drunken tirades as a teenager, after I had suffered disappointment after disappointment from him as a drunk an all around poor father. I watered down his JD as a kid so he wouldn't get so stinkin' drunk in the evenings. I caught him cheating on my mother when she was out of town when I was in college. I found him in our pool naked with this woman. Fun times, eh? At that moment, I had it out with him. I let him have it. He said he would change. A few weeks later, I got a call from my mom that said that my father was ill. He eventually suffered a nervous breakdown, probably from guilt. He also developed a heart problem at the same time. He was told to stop drinking and 15 years later or so he finally consented to be put on anti-anxiety/anti-depression medication. I have no idea if he still takes it.
Anyhow, he is a military veteran, 21 years in the Navy and another 20 in the civilian world. He was a pilot in Viet Nam, conservative, but while growing up, I wouldn't say whacko conservative, but conservative. He voted for Nixon, and Ford and didn't care for Carter. I am sure he voted for Ray Gun both times but he always chastised his name for cutting military retirement to pay for his Star Wars and other (illegal) cold war activities. He despised gays. As a kid, I followed some of his defects. I drank a ton. I was unsure about GLBT issues, but I soon found out that drinking really wasn't for me and after finding out that one of my friends was gay, I realized that gay and lesbians were not evil, perverted people. My prom date was a lesbian too. At the time, she was one of the smartest people I knew and gorgeous. If only she hadn't been gay.

In short, as an older teenager and young adult I quickly changed the way I looked at the world in direct opposition to my father so we drifted even further apart. We were civil to each other but never close. Then I got married and had kids, got cancer, got rid of cancer, they moved out to where I am to be closer to the grandkids and help us with day care. Things were smooth but the damage had been done earlier. Again we were civil but never close.
Going back to the mid nineties I became very politically involved as a progressive democrat. Again, not what dad would like I am sure. I was a teacher and took on the fight for language minority children and education in general. (You might wonder why I am telling you this. It will make sense if you stay with me). I was married by now and my parents love my wife. Things were good, but I was getting very frustrated politically as I was suffering verbal attacks from whackos in my school, in the community etc... I had several articles printed in the OP ED section of the trash paper,
The Dallas Morning News. I had articles and editorials printed in education journals and I spoke at several large, statewide conferences. I had a website for my class that had a huge section of research on reading, Bilingual and ESL issues. I went on local radio and TV and debated whack jobs against what I did in education, conservative nuts really. But in 2000, my first child was born and I did not want to continue so actively as I had more important things on which I should focus.

Also in 2000 I was voted bilingual teacher of the year for the whole N. Texas region and I was a finalist for the Texas State Bilingual Teacher of the Year as well. I say this to show you that public education, with all its defects, is important to me, period. I am now an assistant principal and value my job even though it is highly stressful and, at times, extremely frustrating and overwhelming!
So today, as I pick up my kids at my parents' house, I notice my dad had some books on the kitchen table that he was studying for his bible class. The name of the book is
The Lie: Evolution by Ken Hamm or Ham. I can't remember. I held the book up and said, "Seriously?" They know that I am a strong proponent against anything but evolution being taught in public schools. My mom and dad both looked at me. Then I said, "I'm sorry. I believe that dinosaurs roamed the Earth millions of years ago." My parents said that they believed that too. I said, "Good." My father, still calm, handed me a book to read on bridging religion and science. I took it because I do not mind reading about the subject. Anyhow, my mom and I kept talking about it and why I reject creationism, calmly too. Then my father became unhinged, and I mean unhinged. He turned into a monster. You should have seen the anger in his face! He mumbled something about teaching kids to be zombies. Well, given my background in education, I said, "What?" With a smile on my face mind you. My mother said, "Ignore him." I replied, "No. Dad, did you say zombies?" At this point he became another person.
Remember that religious nut that freaked out on that insane, stupid wife swapping show? Those were the eyes and tone my father took with me. He screamed, "Yes, I said zombies!"
The conversation degenerated from there. I only responded in spurts as he was yelling that I may go to hell but I am not taking my kids. He told me I was a sociopath, an incredibly unhappy person, I was not welcomed in his house any more and he never wants to see me again. So I am stunned. I can't really say that I care that he doesn't want to see me, but he did this in front of my kids. They heard it. My mother got them out to the car so they didn't see the confrontation really but they certainly heard it. They are already talking to me about it. My mother and I tried to talk in the garage. She apologized for him. Said he was at fault, but that he really loves me deep down inside. This is also the same thing that she told as a teenager and he was a drunken fool throwing empty beer bottles at the neighbors who he considered more successful than he while I corralled him, threw him to the ground and eventually got him back inside. Nice job for a 16, 17 and 18 year old, right? No wonder, I left at 18 and never came back. My parents have always provided for me. Physically, except for spankings, my father never really hit me, but mentally, I can't take him. He's over the top! He's sick I guess. I don't know. He just can't accept that I do not think like him, at all!
If you are still with me, thank you. This has been good for me to write it down. It probably doesn't make sense, but my stomach and head both hurt.
P.S. As I was leaving my parents' house my father was trying to get in his car like an enraged maniac. My mom was trying to stop him. She told me to leave or I would have helped by doing what I always did when he was drunk, but I just left. My wife immediately went over there when I got home to see if she could help my mom. The car was gone and the house locked up so I am sure she told him that he was not going anywhere without her. So now they have both been gone now for at least an hour and a half.