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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It's not all badMy mum had me a month before her 17th birthday. My real dad fucked off. My mum then married her 'childhood sweetheart' - read the only bloke who'd take her on.
I spent my formative years listening to my 'dad' coming home pissed from the pub and beating the living shit out of / raping my mum. I spent 2 weeks in hospital when I was 14 years old cos I dared to get in between twat and mother when they were fighting and twat threw me down the stairs.
He now lives in a dingy council flat. My mum however lives in a lovely 3 bed council house with my half sister (daughter of the twat, but thankfully nothing like him).
I now have a PhD, I pay more tax in a month than twat earns. I'm loved unconditionally by my mum and half sister and I love them back. He is treated with little more than contempt by both of them. I have lived with Mr Pechogonas for 6 years now and we love each other more now than the day we met. Twat's latest conquest was the mutton dressed as lamb divorcee working in the chippy below his grotty flat.
All I can say is 'what goes around, comes around'. Cunt.
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no longer a user, Mon 20 Aug 2007, 1:28,
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