I never hated my father. I would have named my child Usher regardless. I never hated myself because I carried his name, because I made it mean what I wanted it to mean.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I resemble the father I once hated.
I adored my father - I was more attached to him than anyone.
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 would never have done what I'd done if I'd considered my father as somebody I wanted to please.
I adored my father.
Things with my dad were pretty good until I won an Academy Award. He was really loving to me until I got more attention than he did. Then he hated me.
I love my father. I disagreed with him. But he was my father. He was the boss.
I grew up not liking my father very much. I never saw him cry. But he must have. Everybody cries.
My father was often angry when I was most like him.
I once had a lot of hatred, mainly toward my father, an alcoholic.