My old man tried to force on me a notion of what it was to be a 'man.' And it destroyed my dad.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My father was a man of few words.
My old man is a man of few words.
My father was a very difficult man.
When I grew up, people said, 'You'll never be the man your dad was.' And I said, 'Gee, I hope not.'
A man was defined, in my father's circles, by what he could bear, the pain he could shrug off, the warmth or comfort he could deny himself.
My grandfather was raising me, and in many respects, I was trying to understand what it meant to be a man. He was my role model.
When I was growing up my mother would say, 'Your dad may have to learn about being a father because he lost his own and that would have affected him'.
My father was one tough man.
My father was a very contradictory man.
My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.