My old man got my mum pregnant then went and married some one else, after throwing my mum down the stairs, then after ten years he came back and married her, that started the end of my life, he tried to teach me to fight, at the age of ten, he told me if i came home with a black eye then he would blacken the other one, he would go out on friday nights come home drunk and guess who was the punch bag,same on a saturday.but this time i was always in bed, he tried to find anything to hit me for,this went on till i was eighteen,by this time i had been taught,martial art, by a master wan, and he did not pick on me again,he has never told me he loves me and he has never said he was proud of me, beat that for a role model. he speaks to me a little now but only if we meet in the street he has nothing to do with my children,but he always sees my sisters kids, not much of a father or grand father is he.