My father's generation of men are completely lost. Among my friends, very few have great relationships with their fathers....
I have heard so many stories regarding how messed up all my friends fathers are. Some men cheat on their wives by successively finding new women, marrying them, cheating again, marrying again and so on. Others, just never show up at the time of their children's birth and the worst of the worst are those that stick around when it fits their carousing schedules and leave when the children or wife don't match what the man wants.
My friends, despite these horror stories, all have a lot of humor about the inadequacies of their fathers and through the years I have heard some pretty crazy cuentitos about how whacked men get in their mid-life crises.
Friday night, a friend of mine told me one such story.
Her father, had recently left her mother for a women from Venezuela. Well, the honest truth was that he met the woman 4 years before, had a child with that same woman three years before and had been leading a double life. One in the US and one in Venezuela.
In the US, the father never owned a car and so, to impress his children of his newly established ex-wife, he set out to buy one. One day, her father pulled up in the front of the house, knocked on the front door and presented his children to "el muertico" (the little corpse) and to his surprise his children refused to drive around with him in it. He had bought a hearse. A black, long cabin, windows in the back with curtains around the side, hearse. While he believed his children would enjoy the spaciousness of the back portion of the car..... he thought they could lay down there, play games, even use the car as a sort of tent when camping...., well, to no one who has any understanding of children's surprise, his kids were frightened and mortifyingly embarassed. Their mother knew she had "won".... if a single-mother with several kids can ever really win, that is.
Because the kids were so scared, my friend's father decided to hand-cut the top of the hearse off. If the top did not exist, the hearse would look like a "truck" and the kids would be more inclined to join him on the grand adventures he had planned for everyone and himself. He would be a hero. He wanted to be a hero. He returned in "el muertico" and drove in the coolest looking truck/convertible-hearse anyone had ever seen. His daughter told me that it really just looked like a scary hearse whose top portion had been hand cut with regular ol' scissors and a raving lunatic dad hanging out in front, dirty-looking and with his mustache flailing in the wind coming into the cabin from the gaping hole of the "convertible" section of the car.
I have no intention to use this as a lesson for those crazy fathers out there.... I just thought it should be documented.
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