Well, how’s this for a final insult?

The person you’re about to hear from had a strained relationship with their father throughout their life, so they decided that there was only one course of action when the old man passed away.

Take a look at what happened in this story from Reddit.

I left my father’s ashes at the crematorium.

“My dad was not a good guy.

He never beat me, my mom, or my siblings.

He was just absent.

When my mother moved myself and my siblings across the country for a job, dad elected to stay behind with a vague promise of “I’m going to finish my A+ certification and join you later.”

He never did.

Well, that sucks…

Birthdays went without phone calls or visits, promised visits never materialized, and eventually my mom divorced him and that was that.

He complained about child support and used that as a reason not to help her with medical bills, school stuff, etc.

He was the textbook definition of a deadbeat.

In 2013, 20 years after we had moved and long after all the kids were adults, dad had a heart attack.

Now, he had never really grown up and had spent the past 20 years renting a room in his friends house.

He dealt blackjack at a casino but was always the first one to take early leave.

Nothing in savings.

My mother and siblings are amazing people but refused to lift a finger to help him.

I should have done the same, but I’ve always thought that no one deserves to pass away alone and afraid.

I found a good job opportunity in his city and moved back to take care of him.

Yikes…

The next six years were hell. He refused to take his medication or follow his diet.

Getting him to take a walk, do chores, or anything other than watch Fox News was impossible.

At the same time my career took off and I was responsible for two manufacturing plants, putting me in the unenviable position of being a single parent to a 70 year old man-child.

I would constantly get phone calls during work trips or board meetings demanding I come home and do whatever little thing he didn’t want to do: load the dishwasher, unclog the toilet (we had three), get the mail.

When I came home from work the verbal abuse started.

I was neglecting him, I was a terrible son, I couldn’t do anything right.

Well, that’s a relief!

He finally passed in 2019.

He left me nothing but heavy trauma and debt.

I had him cremated.

When the crematorium called to let me know to pick him up, I told them I wouldn’t.

For all I know he’s still there.

It may not be the kind of revenge I wanted, but it’s enough for me.

Its till makes me smile when I think about it.”

Reddit users shared their thoughts.

This person could relate.

Another individual shared their thoughts.

This reader spoke up.

Another person had a lot to say.

And this Reddit user nailed it.

They decided to leave their dad where they thought he belonged.

And who could argue with them?

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