The last time I talked to father was on the phone a year ago. What we was talking about I don't know, but it was something that he disagreed with. He then used a condescending disapproving tone and a way of saying things (mother does too) which triggers a butt kissing little part to present to practicly glorify his rightness out of full blown fear even when he's wrong. He laughed at the responce because he knows it's there...always has by the look in his eye.

Other people have found it, too and abused it for there own amusement.

Ugh! We were so pissed off after realizing what just transpired (we were 46 years old at the time) when we hung the phone up that we ranted and raved uncontrollably for hours and felt sore about it for days to weeks still till now.

I emailed him and told him my mental condition and haven't said a word since. I've blocked his number and dropped the entire family from Facebook. They all happen to take his side and that we messed up children are all wrong. Why are the children of the saint such devils? How about the saint is in fact the biggest demon ever? Duh, blind fools.