I am my own father. When I need a mother, I call her and have her make me lasagna, or corned beef and cabbage.
You sound like my son. We have a running joke that he only "cupboard" loves me. My lasagne is only good but my corned beef and cabbage is excellent.
I understand what you mean about deposing the father. Did you know that the first rule of writing a romance novel is to kill off the parents? When I spoke of your "perfect father", I meant the part of you that will best father yourself.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver
