Terrible ParentingMy parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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FavouritismNot my family but a FOF.
His mother was an absolute bitch of a champion shit-stirrer who spent decades waging psychological warfare against her husband and three sons.
The eldest (FOF) fucked off as soon as he could and his job as an IT troubleshooter meant he was away from home a lot with little contact with the rest of his family. His brothers though stayed at home while his dad split the scene and moved in with his 'fancy woman'.
His mother was diagnosed with cancer and, as is the case, became more at peace with her family and the world at large (sound of needle being dragged across record) not a bit of it. She spent her last few months on earth going into overdrive in a bid to set everybody against one another.
When she finally died, the FOF came home for the funeral. At the wake, he went to the toilet and returned to find his two brothers in the middle of the room punching the shit out of each other. They were each shouting "She loved me more!" and "I'm the one who's getting most of her money!" On being separated, it turned out that their mother had told both of them the exact same "You're my favourite and you'll get most of the money" but told them not to tell the other.
After all that, she'd made a last minute amendment to her will leaving everything to the hospice where she received her final care. The rest of the family got nothing out of it.
(, Sat 18 Aug 2007, 16:07, Reply)
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