When my mother met my stepdad, he was fun, he would dance. When I met him, he was full of jokes and always acted goofy and made us laugh. Once my mom started living with him all that stopped. He was always bitter and irritated. He did not dance or tell funny jokes. Yet when we would be out in public, he would act fun and funny with other kids and people. Other boys would tell me I was lucky to have such a cool stepdad, little did they know back home it was not fun at all. I always thought that it was Bc I was not his own child and though maybe once he got his own kids it would all be different. When he got his own kids, he was the same - cold, did not hug his kids nor play with them. He did not joke and ack goofy. Yet if they were in public, he would be fun and goofy with other kids, cracking jokes here and there. I never understood what was going on in his head.