Herbert Greenleaf: You know, people always say that you can't choose your parents, but you can't choose your children...

I have never thought before that I was a bad son... son to be ashamed of. It was not my fault, not my parents fault either. Just mean circumstances of life, wrong place and time. we are victims of it. I ruined my parents dreams. I am nothing of what they have been expecting. it's painful, disappointing and  viciously ironic. My dad is a proud family man, traditional values, very skillful craftsman and blue-collar.  It's painful to realize for him that his only son is his opposite:  awkward  and clumsy dork, underachiever  and feminine wimp. I am a black sheep, unable to continue the family name. I am nothing he could be proud of. It hurt his feelings, but I did not understand that back then. I was in constant conflict with him, blaming him for being unsupportive. I never looked at our toxic relationship from his point of view. I was selfish and ungrateful. I feel sorry about it. I wish I were a better son. I wish I could see things the way I can see them now. I was wrong.