One of the many lessons of every mythological story is deposing the father. (with the exception of judeo/christianity)
The law of the jungle, and the history of mankind is the same.

I deposed my father a looong time ago. probably at 5 without consciousness, manifested with actions at 10 and mentally with consciousness and intentionality at 14. Its hard to remember if I read more freud or more asimov when I was 14. not really-- asimov was more prolific

I know I have no father. There is no doubt. I was lucky/unlucky when I started college, to be enough of a threat to the wolves that they wanted me in the pack rather then outside. I was lucky when I went to AK to meet a man who was well fathered and matured and ethical in dealing with women. Unfortunately neither he nor his brother rubbed off on his nephew.

I dont think you would be interested in my father. He cheated on my mother, kicked her out of a moving car, and abandoned her when she was pregnant. He wanted to move to canada to avoid the draft, but joined the 101st when he was 32. Then he spent several years in prison for statuatory rape, when he pissed off his GF, by sleeping with her underage daughter.
Since then I have never slept with a woman I havent carded one way or another. Nowadays it doesnt really matter, cause I cant deal with them under ~24. I just cant handle the blankness. Im not that HD.

If I won the lottery, I would break the 18 years of non communication with my step dad, since he insulted me,(with the exception of his D, when I hugged him while he cried like a baby when my mom left him) to give him $80 G's and say 'thanks for the food and clothes. we're even now.' I cant abide being indebted.

My mother used to put me in check when I was young, by saying 'you remind me of your father when you do x,y, z'. She knew I would instantly stop.
Nowadays, she says it alot more often, when Im being a cocky smartazz, but its done with fondness and reminiscing. It doesnt bother me either, I have my rules in place. This apple doesnt worry about becoming that tree anymore. I am my own father. When I need a mother, I call her and have her make me lasagna, or corned beef and cabbage.


And now, since I know that whatever I focus on is what my reality becomes, Im going to forget all about that in the Past FOO foo solutionless excrement, and return my focus to my purpose.