Dear Margo | 09/25/2009 12:00 am
Dear Margo: Why Choose To Feel Rotten?
Why Choose To Feel Rotten?
Dear Margo: My father was unwilling to support and nurture his family and never gave my mother the love and care she deserved. When I was 13, she finally kicked him out. He moved across the country, and I haven’t seen him since. I wasn’t really upset, but rather relieved; we are so much better off without him.
I’m now 23 and recently married. I knew my father wouldn’t come to the wedding. He’s much too irresponsible and selfish to save up money for a flight and hotel … even with 20 months’ notice. In fact, he couldn’t even be troubled to send a card. After the wedding, I decided that I had started a new chapter in my life and didn’t want him involved. (His idea of "involved" is calling every couple of months to discuss the weather.) I haven’t answered any of his calls, but I’m starting to feel guilty, although I have no use for a father who can’t be bothered to attend his only daughter’s wedding (or high-school graduation or college graduation). What should I do: Suck it up, or be the bigger person, answer his calls and make small talk? Or stick to my guns and move on with my life? — Feeling Fatherless in Pennsylvania
Dear Feel: Let’s see, 23 minus 13 is 10. It sounds as though you have been comfortable for a decade with the reality that yours is no kind of father at all. I am probably alone in the advice world in being in favor of estrangements, but you need to do what feels the best for you. I have a hunch it is not making small talk with a man you have no respect for. As I’ve said over and over, being a blood relative is an accident of DNA, and people should have a choice about whom they include in their lives. He has made his, so you needn’t be on a guilt trip. "Sticking to your guns" was an interesting choice of words — and that is what I would recommend. — Margo, preferably
Yes, There Are Christians in Scandinavia
Dear Margo: I am writing in the hope of getting some advice regarding my faith. I was brought up in an almost atheistic society (Sweden) and currently live and work in Denmark (equally atheistic). After almost 20 years in this part of the world trying to be good and have Jesus in my life, I find it very hard, as almost no one accepts Him in these countries. I wanted to move to America where there are more God-fearing people, but it is not possible at this moment because of monetary issues. I am afraid of losing my faith living in this society. All schools, all media and most people see God as some sort of imagination and get their morals from what they think is honorable behavior. I’ve tried to speak to many of my friends, but they just laugh and say that to believe in God is "silly." I don’t know what to do. — Bjorn
Dear Bjorn: Interestingly, I have a good friend who is Danish and living in Copenhagen. She tells me the state church is Protestant, with roughly 1 percent of the population being Catholic. Her experience is that most children get christened (in the state church) and later, at age 14 or 15, are confirmed in their faith by the local vicar. She e-mailed that the church doesn’t play a very big role in daily life, but that "I think our society has a general belief in God, though polls show that fewer and fewer attend church on a regular basis. Religion is taught as a subject throughout high school. If you compare us to some of the ultra-conservative, anti-abortion factions in the U.S., you might conclude that we are an atheist society. However, one extreme to the other."
It is hard to believe that Protestants and Catholics in Scandinavia do not accept Jesus. I suggest you go to a local church and become involved. My friend tells me there are young Christian societies. My instinct tells me you need new friends. — Margo, faithfully
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Any "friend" who would call your beliefs "silly" is no friend at all. I have friends who believe in things I think are quite preposterous, but I respect their right to believe it. As long as their beliefs don’t entail harming anyone else, it’s none of my business.
Granted, Christians and people of many other religions have a "duty" to share their faith with others. However, even Jesus told the disciples that when people rejected what they had to say, to move on.
#1,
I agree that a parent can be a mere chance act of DNA. My alcoholic, brilliant scientist of a father was an utter jerk his entire life long. While he did come to my wedding, it was only because it was in the same town where he lived.
Ignore him, and his discussions of the weather, and find other wonderful men to be friends and father-figures. My life was incredibly enhanced by an elderly English couple named Isla and Larry. I started gardening for them when I was 14, and they became my adopted grand-parents. Both were delightful people: Charming, interesting and interested in me, and very loving.
Isla caused me to travel and learn languages. Larry had a bone-deep charm and courtliness. I remember visiting him in the hospital when he was 95 and had broken his hip. "Darling," he said. "Forgive for not rising!" He was utterly sincere.
I loved them both so much, and regret that my children never had the chance to know them. I still miss them.
In comparaison, when I visited my father in the hospital with a broken hip (we were visiting Hawaii where he lived) the first thing he said to me when I walked in as a surprise with my 1 and 4 year old daughters, was "Get me out of this G-D’d chair!" (Nice to see you, too, Dad!)
Write your father off- happily we can choose our friends, and build families by choice.
I, regrettably, ended up marrying a man who became a bad dad, and was a dreadful husband. We have a number of really nice men in our lives- mostly the husbands of friends, so they can see that his behavior is not acceptable.
#2. Join a church. Do a bible-study group. Volunteer with a religious-based group for the needy. Find new friends there.
Constance in the Sierra Foothills
I have had to learn-oh boy-the hard way—that people in your life that cause you pain and make you anxious and suffer..make you cry—make you worry and question yourself—it is best to remove them from your life.
If all he surrounds you with is negative—YOU will become negative as well. Unfortunately people do not change like we would like them too.
Seeing as it is a Father I would distance myself from him—only talk to him how and when I wanted-if the talking took a negative turn I would hang up.
Kind of a ”controlled”relationship.
You really have to think about it when it is a parent—unless they put you in physical or emotional danger….Forgiving someone doesn’t heal them it heals YOU. Do you want to open that door?
Parents are without doubt the psychiatrist’s best friend. Most of us who have spent time on the couch inevitably have to accept that our parents were not perfect and our neurotic impulses are usually the result of their expectatin of perfection on our part - they’re a mess, we’re a mess. But there is a healing in accepting it. In some cases, however, it is best to keep it to yourself and keep the parents at a distance. Sometimes a long distance.
Emotional abuse is still abuse. And none of us should allow anyone to abuse us. And that includes our parents.
"I, regrettably, ended up marrying a man who became a bad dad, and was a dreadful husband. We have a number of really nice men in our lives- mostly the husbands of friends, so they can see that his behavior is not acceptable."
please tell me you aren’t still with him. i could have taken that out of context. when my children were quite small i broke up with my deadbeat, bad in bed, so cheap you could scream, asswipe of a husband and everything just go better. even my kids were happier. so if you got away from him HURRAY. if not, please do because he is only hurting you and your kids by being in their lives.
3 1/2 hours away from us. Our life is so much easier without him and his passive/aggressive ways.
well, first husband was hard to get rid of too. once i got him out and i got a new serious bf. suddenly he was ready to stop bothering me and acting weird. he finally found himself a new wife out of a book. she came from peru and was a total B-word when it came to dealing with me and with my kids when they would go to visit with him. she actually wanted him to disown them and of course like the immature baby he was, he did it (lol, i was glad when he did. my kids didn’t even miss him) because it was the only way she would stay with him and as ugly, cheap and digusting as he was then nobody wanted him (he never brushed his teeth and made us buy all our clothing including underwear at the thrift store, EWW!). so he could do anything for her.
i really couldn’t figure this out because if he would abandon his own kids, he would surely abandon hers. well, little did i know til later, that is just what she wanted. but it backfired on her. lol, he had a key to her house (she separated from him and still has a bf living with her that he accepted) or the boys would let him in. he loved them and did everything for them. he learned the second time around. so of course they love him. so when he died back in 03 and she was still considered married to him, SHE had to pay for the funeral (if my daughter had of gone done to take care of it, as she is considered the oldest child b/c my son is mentally disabled, it would have been him cremated and a simple memorial service), the grave and the headstone, b/c the peruvians do not believe in cremation. so he has a nice spot on a hill over looking a fountain. but he never really had his first kids love. but she sure got hers in the end b/c i know she couldn’t stand him and she got stuck with him forever. lol! call me catty, but i enjoyed that!