It's in the middle.

He's not malicious but he's not warm and fuzzy. He's very short sighted and he has done hurtful things towards my mother, which in turn made my childhood a bit unstable(cheated on my mother, divorce when I was 8, got back together when I was 17, cheated again). He tries to do nice things for me and my brother but it's when he thinks about it.

I'm sure a lot of people would take that over what they have though.

Mine died while we were talking on the phone. He had been rushed to the hospital (hiding how bad his cancer was), went into cardiac arrest, got revived, called me and said hello and asked how I was. I asked how he was and he said okay, normal voice. That was it.

Mine was an alcoholic and died when I was 19 because of it, but had already been kicked out the house for a few years prior. He was an okay dad I guess in as much that he never hit or yelled at me and tried to get me things I wanted, he was just always drunk. I know he was a shitty husband to my mom. They fought a lot.

I wish I had the chance to have an adult relationship with my dad.

My dad suddenly died a few weeks ago. We didn't have a relationship, though I tried a few times over the years. Definitely going thru grief, but I think a lot of it is grieving what I never got to have.

My manufacturer decided he would rather have his memories of the "My depressed son" mask he forced me to wear than know his daughter who actually knows how to smile now. Hed rather message me about how hurt he is by my being happy.

I continue to hold out a vain hope that maybe one day he comes around but for now he refuses to even sit down and have a conversation with me about it because the idea of my being trans makes him feel icky.

The world became a slightly better place when my dad died.