This is completely true. My dad is awful, the only thing good he does is work to provide money. Other than that, the minute he gets home from work, he says one word to me; "hey bud" or something like that. Then he goes and sits down in his recliner and watches TV and eats for the rest of the day until he goes to bed. He's also filled with fatlogic and is just never there for me. Even if I bothered to make the effort to talk to him or ask him a life question, he'd just say "ask your mother". He constantly shovels food into his maw, all the while saying "ugh I need to lose at least 50 pounds so I can get off my heart medication and get rid of my sleep apnea machine". Not to mention my poor mom. She has tried for years to help him and baby him through it, cooking him healthy food, etc. Needless to say he's been 300+ pounds for the past 20 years and I don't see him ever losing it.