I've long fantasized about a confrontation with my father. The things I'd say, his vehement denials. The rush of righteous anger as I slam my fist into his midsection. The wonderful adrenaline rush as I kick the life out of his frail body.

That's why I'm not confronting my father. I'm 26 and he's in his mid to late 50's. The temptation to end him, to pay him back for the hell he turned my life into, would be too great.

But that's me. If you feel that you have to confront, than confront.

Eventually, I'll have to confront my father. But I am not ready.

If you are, than I hope you get everything you need out of it.

(dan)