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Probably, if only because he's 65 and has a bad back. I think him in his prime could probably take me in my prime tho.
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My dad is a 50 something pot bellied drunk and i'm in quite decent shape.... so yeah probably

He could probably kill me w/ one punch

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Yes. Back in both of our respective primes, too.

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Never met him, but probably.

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He's 71 with a beer belly, so yes. In his prime though? Fuck no, he was a marine and in good shape lol.

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I've only met him when I was too young to have any kind of lasting memory of him, but if my mom's (probably bias) description of him is anything to go by -- a lazy, drug-addicted Trainwreck of a loser who spends all day either getting drunk or high -- then I'd say I have a pretty decent shot.

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My dad is a former marine, if we fought, he'd break me.
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He's a frail old man so yeah. =/

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He's very old and sick, so easily, yes.

Slayer_22 posted...

My dad is a former marine, if we fought, he'd break me.

The only former marines were kicked out.

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Yes, but I would never.

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yemmy posted...

The only former marines were kicked out.

...da faq are you in about?
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At this point probably. He'd beat me in a push up contest, but he's got too many weak spots for a fight.

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Slayer_22 posted...

...da faq are you in about?

Jarheads have this thing about "once a marine always a marine"

Kinda odd you have a dad from the marine corps and never heard that before

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yemmy posted...

Jarheads have this thing about "once a marine always a marine"

Kinda odd you have a dad from the marine corps and never heard that before

Yeah, my dad still very proudly calls himself a marine. His license plate cover, his bumper sticker, his coats, his hats... all marine stuff. I bought him a marine corps watch to go with the other stuff lol.

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Maybe. I'm pretty skinny, but he is pretty old. I have brought a guy to his knees with a gut shot. I imagine I could do that to someone more dangerous. I have no interest in fighting my dad though.

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I can for sure. 10 years ago, when I was fitter, I could not, but now he's 67 and frail, and I'm bigger than ever.

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yes, I could, and that is part of the reason why I don't speak to him. I don't trust myself not to in the event another explosive argument happens. The last one, I couldn't tell if he was more afraid of me or if I was more afraid of me.

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What a weird topic subject.

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I did it before and I'll do it again

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My dad is pretty old, has chronic arthritis, and has had multiple joint and spine surgeries in the last decade. If I even jokingly punched him he would probably die.

Prime dad could probably beat prime me tho.

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Machete posted...

yes, I could, and that is part of the reason why I don't speak to him. I don't trust myself not to in the event another explosive argument happens. The last one, I couldn't tell if he was more afraid of me or if I was more afraid of me.

I had something like this happen not too long ago, we were in an argument and things got heated, we got in each others face, started yelling etc and he suddenly backed away, like in fear. I have never seen that from him. Like he didn't expect that. Like he suddenly realized it was risky for him to go at it. And we've had a lot of arguments over the years. But I'm bigger than him and he's old, and he realized it in that moment. I would never punch him but idk, I think he believed I would actually do it at that point.
That was fucking weird. He was actually scared of me.

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Pandamonic posted...

I had something like this happen not too long ago, we were in an argument and things got heated, we got in each others face, started yelling etc and he suddenly backed away, like in fear. I have never seen that from him. Like he didn't expect that. Like he suddenly realized it was risky for him to go at it. And we've had a lot of arguments over the years. But I'm bigger than him and he's old, and he realized it in that moment. I would never punch him but idk, I think he believed I would actually do it at that point.
That was fucking weird. He was actually scared of me.

yeah, in my case it was more him yelling and ranting and being verbally abusive and me just sitting there and then he walked off into his kitchen and I got up, followed him and bellowed in his face. I don't remember everything I said. "Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again" was the first thing and I don't remember after that. Several hours later, he was still deflated. His word, but I would describe him that way as well. My stepmother tried to snap him out of the mood he was in and "deflated" was how he described it. I saw him a few times in the months that followed but I wasn't comfortable around him anymore. My brother had already cut him off (he was there when the fight happened and that was the last straw for him. He had taken more shit from our father than I had. I was usually the voice of reason and mediator).

I consider myself to have a good bit of self-control. No matter how angry I get, I keep myself on... for lack of better description, a series of leashes, so I don't flip out and do anything that I'll regret or will fuck me over. That day, it felt like half the leashes snapped. I didn't fully lose control, but I lost more than I have before in my adult life and it scared me as much as it scared my father.

It was a handful of years ago. I may reach out to him at some point in the future. I recently came to the realization that I might have the same mental illness as he does. It wouldn't be genetic necessarily because I'm adopted to I'm not even biologically related to him... but neither is my brother and he has it too. That's the thing about Bipolar disorder. It can manifest through nurture, so chances are my brother has it because of my father and I have reason to believe I do too. One of these I'll make an appointment and find out for sure. I'm just not ready yet.

Really, I didn't need to react the way I did, but in the months that followed that argument, I started to remember things from when I was younger that explained why I went off like that. I had buried a lot and I had convinced myself that some things that had happened were no big deal and that I was over them. My reaction was proof that I was lying to myself, otherwise I could have shrugged it off.

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yemmy posted...

Jarheads have this thing about "once a marine always a marine"

Kinda odd you have a dad from the marine corps and never heard that before

I have, just...idk, calling him former marine makes more sense considering he isn't currently enlisted.
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I keep my dad's ashes in my game room so he knows who's boss.

But in his prime he would have destroyed me. He was a junior Olympian boxer.

He would make short work of my scrawny ass on a bad day.

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Nah.

Dad is 6'2 Im 5'10.

Hes 290 Im 210.

Even though hes 62 and im 35, no way. 62 he still has brown hair. Hes quite virile. maybe in 10 years.


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probably not, he's already dead.

i did, tho.

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Machete posted...

yeah, in my case it was more him yelling and ranting and being verbally abusive and me just sitting there and then he walked off into his kitchen and I got up, followed him and bellowed in his face. I don't remember everything I said. "Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again" was the first thing and I don't remember after that. Several hours later, he was still deflated. His word, but I would describe him that way as well. My stepmother tried to snap him out of the mood he was in and "deflated" was how he described it. I saw him a few times in the months that followed but I wasn't comfortable around him anymore. My brother had already cut him off (he was there when the fight happened and that was the last straw for him. He had taken more shit from our father than I had. I was usually the voice of reason and mediator).

I consider myself to have a good bit of self-control. No matter how angry I get, I keep myself on... for lack of better description, a series of leashes, so I don't flip out and do anything that I'll regret or will fuck me over. That day, it felt like half the leashes snapped. I didn't fully lose control, but I lost more than I have before in my adult life and it scared me as much as it scared my father.

It was a handful of years ago. I may reach out to him at some point in the future. I recently came to the realization that I might have the same mental illness as he does. It wouldn't be genetic necessarily because I'm adopted to I'm not even biologically related to him... but neither is my brother and he has it too. That's the thing about Bipolar disorder. It can manifest through nurture, so chances are my brother has it because of my father and I have reason to believe I do too. One of these I'll make an appointment and find out for sure. I'm just not ready yet.

Really, I didn't need to react the way I did, but in the months that followed that argument, I started to remember things from when I was younger that explained why I went off like that. I had buried a lot and I had convinced myself that some things that had happened were no big deal and that I was over them. My reaction was proof that I was lying to myself, otherwise I could have shrugged it off.

I'm kinda the same, I have enough self-control to never let it escalate, and in previous arguments I would just sit and take it. I didn't want to let things escalate, for the atmosphere at home but also for myself. So I would let him verbally abuse me and go to my room and punch a wall or whatever. But this time I actually got in his face and he didn't expect it and didn't know how to deal with it.

The realization that parents did and do fucked up stuff, with or without them actually realizing what they're doing is fucked up, is really weird. For me anyway. And I was so late with that. Indeed just thinking back and remembering things from my youth made me realize they did some fucked up shit. And I don't know if they're even aware of it. I love them, but I've realized they're also just people who don't have a clue themselves.

And nurture plays such a big role. I'm like my dad in all the bad ways. But I try to work on those things. He doesn't. Sure, different generation, but still.

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Nope my dad is bigger and millitary trained. No chance.

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Fat shit is over twice my weight.
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i aint afraid of no corpse

for real doe im terrified

but also i did whoop his ass when he was alive defending my Mom


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My dad is 65 and could still easily take me. He is a much bigger man, in great shape, and just naturally a very strong person. I am the exact opposite.

_Angel_ posted...

What a weird topic subject.

I've noticed a change in the dynamics of my dad and I's relationship and it made me wonder if it was because I'd probably win a fight against him now instead of the other way around

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