My Real Cypriot Father - Tells me at 28 years of age (after abandoning me for 26 years) that "He is 99.9% sure I am not his son" (even though he was at my birth, attended my 1st, 2nd birthdays, came to my christening, is on my birth certificate and my christening certificate, gave me his middle name lol.
My Real British Stepfather - Came into my room around midnight often, when I was around 6 years old and would lift up the cover, point at my pants and say things like "Look at that little maggot, that's not a dick, you fucking little cunt etc - good times.
My son's Real British/Cypriot Father - Reads him a story every night, tells him at least once a day that I am proud of him, tells him that he makes me happy, that I couldn't have asked for a better son. Take him out to have 'just him and me time' once a week, even if i'm too tired to do it. Come into his room around midnight, pull up the covers so he's warm enough, kiss him goodnight again, and even though he's asleep, tell him everything I already told him today.