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  The next time I met up with my father I was in my early twenties and married.  It was my wife's idea that no relationship was worse than a bad relationship.  Plus my wife already had a child and thought it was important for our daughter to know this man.  We agreed to meet at his house, a mansion in Newton Ma..  He had very little to say to me but flirted openly with my wife as if I wasn't even there.  My disgust for him grew in leaps and bounds.  He had remarried by this time and he would wait for his wife to leave the room and then inform my wife that he had taught me everything I knew "wink wink"  Oy the man disgusted me...