Most men will agree that in the teens they all fall out with and disagree with their father.
When did you start to understand where he was coming from?
I remember a poem, where the writer describes how he always thought his dad was mean and intransigent. He is lighting the boiler in the morning, and starts remembering how all through his childhood, the house was heated when he got up, and like his own father he cleans everybodys shoes before they get up on Sunday.
I think it is only when you go through a similar crisis to the Father, or finally have rebelling sons that true understanding kicks in.
I was VILE to my father whilst he was dying of cancer. unfortunately filled with the arrogant self confidence of youth. I regret it now of course.
HB