I never kissed my father until he was on his death bed.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.
My father never liked me or my sister, and he never liked our mother either, after an initial infatuation, and in fact, he never liked anyone at all after an hour or two, no, no one except a stooge.
I never knew my father. He was never married to my mother; he was never a part of my life. It was just my mom, my brother and me.
I didn't know my father very well; I only met him a few times.
My mom's never been married. I've never even seen my mom kiss a dude.
My mother never married my father. She was married to and divorced from another man, then she married and divorced my stepfather and then, ultimately, they ended up getting back together.
My father never put me on his lap and said he loved me.
My father told me, never have partners.
I didn't hesitate to kiss my father in public. And that's how I tried to raise my children. We're physical.
A couple of years before he died, I kissed my father goodbye. He said, 'Son, you haven't kissed me since you were a little boy.' It went straight to my heart, and I kissed him whenever I saw him after that, and my sons and I always kiss whenever we meet.