In or to truly understand this story you need to understand alittle of my background. My parents met in an online D&D campaign back when they were anonymous chat rooms and you had to assign yourself a name each time you entered. So D&D has always been important to them and when they got married and he adopted me and my siblings it was his primary objective to get us into D&D (well this and MTG but that we could at least do without him). He had repeatedly started up different “family campaigns” and even convinced my friends to play at one point. It always fell apart though because my father is a “my way of the highway” kind of guy. If being a lawful good paladin who fallowed the absolute letter of the law was a personality trait that would be him. Except with a god complex the size of Jupiter. All of that would lead to our games ending. Now the last game we played was a Star Wars home brew campaign many years ago. I was probably 21 and am now 29 so I can’t remember the specifics. All I can remember is that during the game my brother pulled out his spare rule book (that he had purchased for occasions when our father would use the rules against us) and was reading over the rules. That was all. He was just reading. Not trying to be snarky or anything. My father then asked him what he was doing. My brother said “reading the rules”. My father grabbed my brother’s copy, ripped it out of his hands, and threw it in the trash saying he didn’t need to because my father already knew the rules. I stopped playing with him immediately. I said I didn’t care if he needed to write out my charecter or whatever but I was done. I have played family campaigns where my brother is DM. Because he is fair and just in the way he dictates and plays but never again will I be subjected or be witness to the tantrums of my father over a D&D campaign.

TLDR; My father is a giant spoiled dictator child and if you don’t play by his rules then you don’t play at all