You might think that makes me a bad father. Actually, it's the other way around. I hate it because it reminds me of what a bad father I am. This is my 9th one, and it's not getting any better. It didn't start out this way. My first felt weird and uncomfortable. Every one since then has been outright miserable.
What's even worse is that my own distaste sours my enjoyment of the events meant to show appreciation to my own father, who is an outstanding guy. This all probably adds up as my being a bad son on top of everything else.
Let's go ahead and get on with Monday.
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