I grew up believing that my farther truly hates me. I could see it in his eyes. He would express loudly how he wishes that I go to hell and leave him alone. I was just 8 when I realised this is not right. I tried hard to explain and to prove to him that I'm just a normal child who needs to love and to be loved. He told me he doesn't believe in love, and if I think love exists in any form, I'm just that much stupid.

Long story short, when I was about 21, he told me that I owe it to him to take care of him before I take care of any of my children, because that's what he did for his parents. I told him he is not my child, and until he accepts to talk to me respectfully, I will not talk to him let alone take care of him and pay for him. We didn't speak for 2 years. He finally reached out, and said he misses me and that he will try.

It has been a very tricky and rocky road, but I can proudly say that we have some form of a relationship now that is working. What helped most for this reconciliation was my discovery that he is very autistic, with a below average IQ. I realised that he simply can't process emotions the way others do, and he is limited in his way of thinking and analysis.