My Dad growing up was probably fairly conservative but cool where it mattered - people are who they are, live and let live, that sorta shit. We never really discussed politics or anything.

When I graduated he remarried, sold the trailer I grew up being told would be mine, bought a house he lost within 2-3 years and kicked me out of basically immediately. I ended up in the Army, caught an IED, got seperated. Couldn’t even use the “guest room,” charged me $500/mo (in 2008, kinda insane then but maybe not so bad now lol) to sleep in the open basement and kicked me out again cause I wasnt paying up fast enough.

An ex convinced me to call him years later. First words out of his mouth - “You have that money you owe us?” I never reached out again.

Over covid, he tried to add me on Facebook. I’d blocked him but he made a new one. Hell no, but you’re my dad I’ll let you creep. On a post about the protests going on - “Those protesters wouldn’t be a problem if we just gun em down.” I blocked him and then had to tell me aunt (“you can’t just block family over politics”) that this isnt political, its moral and I don’t want anyone like that in my life. Bright side, I never have to feel bad about it ever again.

Its OK to let people go and cut them out. Blood family, chosen family, friends, they all stay with you even if your paths split apart. Never let old bonds tie you to a toxic situation. My Dad killed it growing up, now he’s a fascist. As you said, the man I knew was gone, and I do NOT owe whoever this new guy is anything. If thats the life they want to live, let them.