My father, was the only one that ever showed me any kind of affection. So I did what he asked. I knew he had another life, I just didn't want to accept it. If there is a man in this world I can believe in, it's my dad. I used to tell myself that all the time. I haven't seen mother going on 3 years, and she is in a nursing home less than a mile away. Currently I'm living in my fathers house due to bad relationships, but I live here alone with my girls. I told my father that all these years, I was the one to look for him, he said he was going to change after his heart attack, but as soon as he was able to walk, and I taught his FRIEND to drive, he went back to normal. We haven't had our sunday ritual that we had after his attack, since fathers day. I haven't called him, he hasn't either.