My grandmother had a drunk for a father, so I am told.
He left the family and kept to himself, but that didn't stop my grandmother from visiting him every week. Bringing food and making sure he was doing OK.
To this day, I have never once heard her speak a bad word about the man. In fact, she wasn't even the person who told me this story.
I don't know if he paid "child support" or any form of it, but I would assume not as he was constantly penniless.
He couldn't help being a poor drunk, but it was nothing to punish him over is how my grandmother saw the situation.
Sometimes forgiveness and acceptance is the best medicine.
> Sometimes forgiveness and acceptance is the best medicine.
Sometimes it's not. I don't wish ill of my mother even at this point, hopefully she's happy over in Holland with her new life. And I would certainly never deign to tell your grandmother what she should do, I'm assuming she maintained contact because she had good reasons to.
But I have kids of my own to think about, a wife of my own, and a very short life of my own to live, so I'm not going to waste a minute of it worrying about someone who could not reciprocate in kind. I stress myself enough worrying about the people who do care for me.
If my kids still respect me when they grow up I want it to be because I demonstrated a reason to earn their respect, not because I guilt-tripped them into feeling they have to live up to some familial bond which society imposes upon them.
Edit: I did end up calling my stepmother earlier today as well. Pays to stay involved, I guess.
He left the family and kept to himself, but that didn't stop my grandmother from visiting him every week. Bringing food and making sure he was doing OK.
To this day, I have never once heard her speak a bad word about the man. In fact, she wasn't even the person who told me this story.
I don't know if he paid "child support" or any form of it, but I would assume not as he was constantly penniless.
He couldn't help being a poor drunk, but it was nothing to punish him over is how my grandmother saw the situation.
Sometimes forgiveness and acceptance is the best medicine.