I swear my father is an emotional cripple.  He can’t talk about emotions, or feelings, or otherwise acknowledge that he even has them.  Which, to himself, probably seems fine and dandy, but it’s really hard trying to communicate with someone like that.  He can’t recognize that some of what goes through his mind might be emotion instead of fact, and the only time he’s ever happy is when he’s parked on a boat with a rod, or parked in front of the grill island.  Honestly, unless he has some piece of Mom’s outdoor kitchen components in his hand, the man is a grump. 

So how do I possibly relate to him, especially since I seem to be handicapped with too many X chromosomes?  I just don’t get it.  The man would totally immerse himself in outdoor living if he had the chance, and I am not really a nature girl.  How do we even relate?  How do I prevent myself from beating him over the head with grill tongs every time I try to talk to him about something important, and his only answer is “Well, you’ll figure it out sweetie.”  I want a father who can give me advice when I need it, and not just blind support that may or may not mean he’s even listening to me.  Boys are so lame.

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