My dad left us behind when he married my step-mother. She was the type of person who only wanted HER kids in their lives and admitted that she had been trying to eliminate us from his life.
Now that my step-mother is gone (along with all of the family money, which was a HUGE amount that she put in her daughter's name once my dad started to be senile) he lives with my brothers. At his wife's funeral he admitted that what he'd done to us kids was wrong.
I chased my father for his love and approval for many years, until I finally gave up, but I figured that if she died first he'd be out of a place to live (they had been living with my step-sister and her family) and I was right.
I love my dad, and wish he told me he was proud of me, but it's not as important now. But I also wish I could be closer to home so I could help my brothers take care of him. I don't want him to ever go into a nursing home, and I'd like to help him keep his dignity for as long as possible.
So, that's my relationship with my dad.