He failed the \"man\" test!!!!

  O.K. guys, now comes the part of my story where I indict my father and judge him as less than, a man, a human, just less than...  When I awoke from my coma of 79 days, blind mute, paratially paralized, I asked where my father was.  79 days is almost 3 months.  A nurse told me that he had been called and told to get down here when the aneurysm ruptured as I probable would not make it through the first night.  His reply will stick with me until I die.  He said "it would be to emotional for him to come say goodbye" WTF?  I shouldn't be surprised.  As his father lay dieing he refused to leave a convention to see his father off.  Didn't even show up for the funeral.  His father had been a good guy in my eyes.  His first strike.  When I was able to fly, I flew home to Boston and had some questions for him among them was this one.  Am I married to the woman that says she is my wife.  Am I the father of her children?  To both questions I was told that yes indeed I was.  I remember dashing into my therapists office and demanding from her an explanation for why he was telling me things that I suspected were lies.  What followed was a rather boring lecture on how his being my father did not mean he was a good man.  He let me live with that woman so that he would not have to take care of his idiot son.  I should of known as they, his family, talked over my head, or right through me as if i was not there.  I later asked my aunt why he was doing this.  She explained they he believe that I had died and what sat before him was a Golem of sorts.  (see Golem as it pertains to Judaism) Strike two.    On my last visit to Boston he stole my return ticket and claimed he did not know what happened to it.  I had a rather large lawsuit going at the time against the doctor that misdiagnosed a brain aneurysm as pure hypochondria.  I had recently turned down an offer to settle for 1.5 million.  I later had my lawsuit thrown out of court by a judge who decided that no jury could award damages where the amount should be determined by the clipping of an aneurysm before it ruptured compared to one that was allowed to rupture.  My father had fixed up his basement for me to live in just like his dog had.  We had a huge fight where I told him I was returning to Texas to live out my remaining days if I had to walk to get there.  He went into his office and returned with my ticket.  I told him that the next time I saw him he would be six feet undergroud and I promised to piss on his grave.  I could clean that up but that is exactly what I said to him.  Strike three, he is out.  Post  scribt.  He died and I decided that flying home to Boston to piss on his grave was simply to emotional to bear!