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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My Dad almost killed me....twice...The first incident happened literally after I was born. I was taken home from the hospital and my Mum put me down on her bed while she attended to something on the other side of the room. When she turned around she saw my Dad sitting on the bed. The bed I was placed on. Thats right, my dad fucking sat on me! To make it worse, I was born premature which meant my skin was orange. An orange baby on dark bedsheets and the fucker didn't even notice I was there. Obviously my Mum wasn't exactly happy about it and she says her words were along the lines of, "You fucking wanker! You're fucking sitting on the fucking baby!!", He didn't beleive her and just sat there wide-mouthed. I can forgive her hysterical swearing seeing as I could've been suffocated. Luckily the mattress was very soft and I had been pushed down into it, protecting me from my fathers arse.
The next act of stupidity came when crossing the road, he tried to stop the traffic by edging my pushchair (with me in it) into the road. Twat.
And then there's the time he left me in the middle of the street (again, in my pushchair) to go have a fight with someone.
My parents seperated shortly afterwards. It's not hard to see why.
More recently he made up for an entire childhood worth of welfare payments by giving me the comics he spent the money on. As much as I love 2000 AD and Rogue Trooper, I would have prefered the fucking money!
He also has a history of making promises he can't keep. About 3 years ago he dissapeared completely. A year later he FINALLY got in contact with his Mum (my Gran, who is lovely by the way) to tell her he's in Thailand. He didn't even contact me for my birthdays during that time.
The last time he contacted me was around my 17th birthday (May) promising me a load of Darkthrone shirts and money to pay for a spanking new guitar and amp. Well it's now August and still no sign of shirts and I'm still playing a Strat...
Sometimes I get angry at myself for believing his shit but then I remember, he's the asshole who almost killed me. I'm not the one with the frickin' problem :D
(, Sun 19 Aug 2007, 20:27, Reply)
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