My dad is always there form me, we alway do things to gether, he helps me, mad me the responsible person I am today. Why? did your father divorce your mother when you were at a young age?

When you find out, fill me in too.

Sorry to hear that NR - In my case its the guy who fought the Nazi's in WWII, who took us to the Adirondacks to camp out, who tutored me in Geography in 7th grade when I was struggling, who taught me to respect the opposite sex, who modeled a sense of humor and calm demeanor, who bailed me out financially as a young professional when I needed it, the guy who listened to and took my adolescent angst and who stayed married to my Mom for 45 years until his death. Most importantly, the guy who allowed me to love him.

That's a very good question... I've not the faintest clue.

That's tough to say. I just love my dad. He's a good dad. I guess loving him is natural like breathing. I don't know what not loving him would be like. I have always loved him. It's like a part of me. I can't separate it from the rest of me. It would be like trying to tell you what it's like to live without skin. I just don't know how else to explain it.

though i see my dad once every 2 or 3 months, i know i like him a whole lot more than my mom. its like loving anyone else because you'd feel bad if you didnt

I have always wondered the same thing, N.R. My Dad left when I was 3, and I don't remember anything about him but one spanking, (with a hairbrush). That was 45 years ago, and I haven't seen him since. I see the tremendous love my wife has for her Dad, or the love my daughters fiance has for his Dad, and I have to say, I AM envious of that relationship. I think most of the people with Dad's are very lucky.

Yeah they make it impossible, so I wouldn't either... But remember, a parent that is absent or unlovable is not your problem. Keep your scope on what you do have

I'll try to explain how I love my dad. He's always been there for me, if I ever wanted something- anything from fake tea parties, my feet on his while we danced,- he would give it to me. I would just hug him while he talked to his friends as a child, just burying my face into his neck and inhaling his unique scent. I would fall asleep and he would carry me to the car, and would let me still rest on him by going into the back seats and letting my mom drive with my brother in the front. Every birthday he would buy me something related to barbies, either the actual dolls or the barbie houses worth $100. And my would feel so happy because of it. I would watch movies with him (usually when my mom was cooking) and just slip under the covers and hug him because he felt so warm and strong. I felt safe with him. Whenever any boy (either older or the same age) would look at me, he would hug me. When we argued I found myself saying 'I hate you' but I could never actually feel it. Even now at 14, I still hug him and kiss his cheek just to tell him that I love him and missed him when he went to work. The feeling is like no other, it's not the same love that you would love for your mother, brother/sister, friend, grandma, cousin- the one word I can describe it would be- Content.

I empathize with you for I do not know what it's like to love my dad, either, and it seems the love I harbor for my mom is dissipating. When I visited him a few years back it was more awkward than anything. I grew up under the eagle eye of my mom, of course, and she never liked us around males...It made bonding with him that winter break difficult. It makes friendships with any male difficult. My older sister didn't have the same problem as I--she spent more time around him before he left; she was daddy's little girl. Hmmm...I guess we'll never truly know what it feels like.

I'll do anything for my dad,I respect him sooooooo much! I even sell myself for my dad ,if need arises!