Do we have to love/care for/cherish our grown-up children unconditionally regardless of their behaviour or attitude towards us?
Remember I said: grown up children.
Even if they call you a son of a bitch and say they hate you?
Even if they want nothing to do with you?
Even if they take what they can and suck you dry, both physically, emotionally and financially?
This, fortunately, has nothing to do with me. I was watching a documentary about a famous film star/director who is the son of an equally famous (in another field, though – maybe it is relevant – the military) father. He begins the three part documentary by saying: Father, you’re long since dead and gone, however, you should know: you’re an sob and I hate you.
I am both a son and a father. The more I write the details, the more complicated the question has become for me to answer. Let’s see what the jellies think and I shall perhaps be inspired by your insight. Rock n’ Roll.
To whom I am referring: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Assi_Dayan
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