As much as we love each other, there is some growing difficulty in my adult relationship with my father. Because we're both writers, we're having a very intimate conversation in a very public forum.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father and I are very similar and have a wonderful relationship, but we both stand by our opinions.
My father and I have a very good relationship. We always got along. But I always scold him.
When I started writing, I did have some idealised notion of my dad as a writer. But I have less and less of a literary rivalry with him as I've gone on. I certainly don't feel I need his approval, although maybe that's because I'm confident that I've got it.
My relationships with both my mother and father are good. We spent several difficult years hashing over the problems and the past, and worked out a fairly solid middle ground. I wouldn't say my relationship with either of them - they're no longer together - is exactly typical, but that would be difficult after all we went through.
I had a great dad and we had a great relationship, but he's still a part of my life.
Anyone who reads my work will see that there are often difficult relationships between fathers and sons.
I never liked my father. He really was a dullard and misanthrope. My mother and he were married for 22, years and it was an ill match. She encouraged me to be a writer. She opened her home to black friends, and this was the 1950s. She didn't care later when I write about her.
I'm estranged from my father and that relationship, as a young man, is incredibly important. It's probably responsible for the man I've become.
I love my dad and we have a very good relationship now.
My relationship with my father is pretty non-existent.