I’m not close with my father, at all. My mother and father are still married and living in the same house, but for my entire 26 years of life, I have no recollection of them liking each other. No picture of my dad smiling. They’ve never slept in the same bedroom since the last of us were born. They hate each other. So, my dad basically lived in the basement (until my twin kicked me out of our room and I had to sleep in the basement on wooden futons pulled from the garbage. Then he slept in the living room). There would be weeks without me seeing him, even though we all lived under the same roof. Months would go by without hearing him speak. I haven’t hugged him, given him a high five, nothing, in my entire memory. So, needless to say, this dance will be beyond awkward. But I feel it must be done, to play family politics.
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