Saint John of Parenthood
Is how my father likes to think of himself. When my school was having regular meetings about me, due to Social Services, my dad would sit and nod as they discussed my future. Never mind the fact I was spied on by fellow pupils (schools idea), made to feel like a leper, had my friends told by teachers all about my mother and what she had done, and was once told by my form tutor 'You'll end up just like your mum', he did nothing. I had a shit time and even tried to kill myself, and all the time he knew, but did nothing as he was a GREAT parent in his own eyes. I wore the same clothes for years as he refused to ackknoledge I needed new ones, even wore the same school trousers I had from Primary until the school complained. He would hit me when I cried and told me to 'grow up', trashed my room, and threw me out so many times and I can't walk past a bench without remebering all the times I've slept on it. I ended up sleeping with horrible lads just so I could have somewhere to live for a while.

All the while, the male child, my brother, is treated like a Prince among men. When my brother took drugs, nothing. When my brother was found comatose from drink, nothing.

My dad sucks ass

EDIT: I forget to mention one of my favouries. I had a very violent boyfriend who, on one occasion, proceeded to beat the living shit out of me in my kitchen, throttling me and throwing me across the room. All the time I was screaming and crying, until my BROTHER, my tiny 15 year old brother, came to rescue me. My dad was upstairs the whole time, and didn't come down until he was sure my boyfriend had left. Thanks for that Dad.
(missc, Sat 18 Aug 2007, 22:13, Reply)