Jesus. I haven't spoken to my father in over a decade, and I actually don't remember the last time I saw him. When my mother died in 2012, he called and left me a voicemail, but I never returned the call. Most of my friends have good relationships with their fathers, and it always makes me a little jealous. I could call my dad, I guess, but even though there's no hatred that I'm aware of, I just never really liked him as a person. This is something I wrestle with regularly.