Neither Brendan nor myself had fathers, much. Mine went underground when I was 6, having left when I was 1 1/2, and reappared about 10 years ago. It’s not quite fair when parents reappear when you’re an adult: you have no idea what, if anything (and there is something) you need from them, but they are right there asking you, usually for forgiveness. Which you give, which: feh.
B’s father is a more complicated story.
And don’t let’s start on our moms. We worry that our kid/s won’t have solid grandparent figures. I bet we can rustle up a Peasant for them, though.