Just a couple of examples. I lived 2 miles from the closest library. I was probably 7 or 8 when I walked to the library and took out a book on how to play chess. I taught myself to play chess. I was lonely for competition and my mother said your father knows how to play chess. Ask him for a game. So I checkmate my dad and give him a few minutes to make sure he has no more moves. Finally I say "it's a good checkmate, dad." He sweeps his forearm across the board, knocking all the pieces to the floor and says "you don't have to rub it in." I have many more examples but the last one occurred when i was an adult.
I graduated at the top of my vo tech class with a degree in specialized technology (electronics). I had interviews and job offers from the NSA, NCR, and several other fortune 500 companies. I worked 5 years for a 500 company and decided It wasn't for me.. I moved over to the post office and carried mail for 18 months. I had a walking route that was 7 miles long. My dad congratulated me on getting a "real job". If all I ever wanted was a real job, I would have stayed in Pgh where I was at the top of the fireman's hiring list. I took the postal test for electronics technician and aced it. I received job offers from across the US. In no time I was making $70k annually in a job that wasn't even real. That was 20 years ago. I wasted a lot of time and effort trying to get my father to love me.He just seemed to relish the opportunity to hurt me.