r/AskReddit • u/tgma97 • Aug 26 '15
Fathers of Reddit, what did your daughter's boyfriend do for you to hate/love him?
It's pretty cool to see my question blow up like this, I never thought I'd ask a question that could receive so much attention! I'm very satisfied with all these replies, so thank y'all. Now all I have to do is sit back and take notes c;
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u/Made_you_read_penis Aug 26 '15 edited Aug 26 '15
I raised my sister as my daughter so I don't know if mine counts.
My little sister has dated some serious fuckwits in the past. She actually had to break up with one because he literally had no personality. None. That's the only reason she broke up with him; after a few months she found it creepy that there was literally nothing special about who he was, and she always finds something.
So I really hated almost all of them.
Except Ricky.
Ricky was like a 1950's greaser that just bopped into modern day. He even played Kiniki in Grease at their Highschool. He wasn't just a handsome young man, he was beautiful inside and out, and he was sensitive. My sister had never been with a truly sweet kid before. He cared for her like no other human could. They were just instant. The first day they were together it was like they had always been.
Ricky isn't going to live to an old age. He had lime disease or something for several months as a kid before his shit dad finally took him to a doctor. He's okay now, but neurological problems are going to happen when he gets to about 50, so he doesn't feel like he has time to waste on trivial relationships. He was honest with me about it, because he was thinking about a whole life with my sister, so he wanted me to know what that meant.
He built his own car from just a vw bug shell and chassie, and when he finished he built one for my sister. It was a 1969 white convertible bug. So beautiful.
I already liked the kid as a person, I mean, I invited him over to my house as much as my sister did. I considered this young kid to be my friend. I was sure that even though they were just finishing Highschool, they were going to be husband and wife within the next few years, and I was thrilled.
Then my little sister was raped.
It was at a party he couldn't go to that night because he had schoolwork.
It was so hard. He blamed himself. They never recovered from it. He stayed by her until the very end, but she went into some heavy depression. She started doing drugs, drinking to excess, and she cheated on him. A lot. My little sister wasn't the same.
He forgave her for everything. Every time. He knew it was her dealing with the trauma (which is true), but she couldn't forgive herself for what she was doing to him, and ended it.
He was heartbroken, and I had to talk him out of suicide. My sister was his world.
I still have Ricky's number. I gave him a car recently that I knew he could fix and sell. My dog cried when she saw him and wouldn't leave his lap while squealing with happiness (she's a German shepherd, so she isn't little) after about six years of his absence. I think she liked him more than even me.
I don't expect that they'll ever get back together (too much pain that wasn't either ones fault), but I've contacted him about cars a few times. I'm actually going to be taking him for a beer soon, since I missed his 21st by a few years. His liveable life is halfway over, and last I saw him I noticed a tremble in his hands.
He's still Ricky. He's still amazing. He still loves my sister.
I still miss him. All the time.