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My 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.)

(, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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and utter bastards. I've tried, and tried, and tried to suppress most of my childhood memories and deliberately avoided posting a serious answer to this question, but reading some of the posts on here has stirred up some things I wish I'd forgotten.
My dad left when I was 2, it was probably the best thing he could've ever done for me, because meeting him and my 3 seriously messed up half sisters twenty years later only proved what a total, CSA dodging, parental responsibility shirking, self-orientated and contemptible twat he was.
Even though, like many other people on these pages, my violent, alcoholic Mother and her even more violent and totally pathetic (now ex-)husband put me and my brother through 13 years of hell. -Which I have to admit, most of was directed at him, but it was still very mentally scarring to watch him go through it, and I was only beaten slightly less than him because I was quiet and kept my head down. Unfortunately he turned out just like them, probably because he was conditioned to through years of being pinned to walls and smacked around the head by a man twice his size.
But I've put all of that behind me and I get on with my life, I do my best to be a good person and a good father, and even though sometimes I fail spectacularly, it's the thought that counts.
So cheers B3ta, for the first time ever I resent being a member of this website. Roll on the next qotw, when I can go back to forgetting it all again.
You bugger.
(, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 9:58, Reply)

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