Beth, Iphi, my dad is pretty much a silent bystander. He doesn't say much, doesn't intervene, doesn't really seem to care.
My brother even said that he didn't think my dad really cared whether or not I called, visited or talked to them. He didn't seem to care whether he saw my son or not. My dad had a great opportunity to have a good relationship with M, and he never did anything with him. He talked about a lot of things, but just like everything, it's all talk. My parents always talked about doing things, but when it came time to do them, they never did.
I've always thought, at least since I had M, that my dad was very disappointed in me. That's when he stopped doing special things with me. We didn't really talk anymore, and so I just thought I'd been written out of his life. I don't expect much from him, and for a long time, until the last couple of years, he'd found a new pal in the bottom of a can. I remember being so scared because my parents fought all the time over my dad's drinking when M was a baby that I had a bag packed, just in case things got bad. I'm not sure if I was afraid of my mom losing it, or my dad losing it.