My dad was extremely strict. I had two older brothers, there were two sets of rules in our house, one for the boys and mine. I will say though, he is the most incredible dad ever, there are rules for a reason and I'm thankful he had them.
My dad passed away and he was very strict back then i didn't understand why he was so hard on me but now I'm so great full because its made me who i am today.....and i don't have kids maybe someday i will
well first off i barely see my dad, but when i finally do, no he is not. but he is old fashion, so sometimes his ideas and rules dont make sense, but he is the type of guy that is very easy to make him do something for you. so its ok :)
My dad was extremely strict, but that was only when he was around. i grew up jumping for joy when he was gone. its a shame, but i know it could have been worse, my mom was/is the strength in my life that i couldnt have done without.
To an extent, I think "strict" is a matter of opinion. I'm sure my stepson thinks his dad is strict, but he really isn't. He doesn't have regular chores, per se, but when he is asked to do something, we expect him to do it (like clearing branches out of the yard after a storm, etc.) He's fifteen. He has that skewed teenage perspective where he thinks he does a lot of work, even though we really don't ask a lot. Just enough to help out, pull his own weight, so to speak. He also thinks his dad is always getting on his case too much about how he talks to people, but the fact is he just hasn't learned yet how to speak respectfully to others. Dad's just trying to prepare him for the "real" world. At the end of the day, I know they really love each other, and hopefully it will be appreciated later on.
My dad wasn't strict until he let my only sibling go out driving in the dark and he died in a car crash. Now he is really strict and won't let me go anywhere. I guess it's for the better, though. I can't die. I'm the only thing my dad has because my mom left him when I was 2.
My Dad was caring but not strict. He believed in discipline until my stupid sister ran away from home. After that, he was afraid to give me any rules for fear I would run away. too. No way! I knew when I had it good. Only thing is, since I had no rules I felt like he didn't care and that made me sad.