My father is by all accounts, a fuckwit.
He brought me, my brother and sister up after he and my mum divorced and would swing from being so lax and uniterested he wouldn't notice the vast amounts of alcohol could all imbibe by the age of 14 to getting ultra-strict and paranoid I was pregnant because *gasp* I had a male friend at thirteen.

Had to get used to a string of weirdo woman (all of them control freaks apart from the alcoholic). Worst of all was the trout-faced bitch he married who would:
*snipe about me and my sister
*get him to do her bidding even getting him to lie and say it was his idea,
*Stop us cooking for ourselves when we got in (to stop the house smelling of cooking)
*Insist that only women should clean toilets, she shouldn't clean them at all, and her son should get a whole room to himself and turning it into a festering swamp while being the most idle little fucker to walk the earth.

My father would pride himself on never hitting a woman but would quite happily lay into my younger brother. He had frequent temper tantrums where we would all scarper round the house, tidying furiously in an effort to appease his nasty fucking temper. He would freak out if MTV was on when he walked in. Not because we couldn't watch it, but because he didn't want to see it on when he came in.

He used to lie through his teeth about ANYTHING too and then pretend he wasn't even when caught out. I was came in to all my worldy possessions chcuked in the middle of my room ("it was untidy"- marvellous logic!) and his favourite threat was 'go and live with your mother then' until I said she doesn't want me either. That shut the twat up.

He used to stomp down to my ex-boyfriend's house and order me home for the slightest thing (usually to walk the dogs). Dog-walking would take place in all weathers despite the fact the dogs didn't even want to go out in the pissing down rain. If I hadn't been out long enough I would be sent back out (usually tootling back to the comfort of my boyfriend's house!).

Luckily he chucked me out during my A'Levels (not quite sure what for to be honest, it invloved me apologised to his psycho girlfriend- like fuck!) and came the cherished day where I told him to 'get fucked'. I quite enjoyed watching him physically shrink before my eyes.

Now he is married to Trout-face (I wore black to the wedding) and looks haggard and miserable when I see him! Ha!

Sadly not funny. Well not to anyone but me!
(Medibot, Wed 14 Mar 2007, 11:42, Reply)