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My Dad had a mean temper.. he once broke my mothers collarbone with a headboard from their marital bed (not quite sure what they were arguing about.. but a friggin headboard? jeez.. what happened to smashing a lamp on the wall melodramatically) Well anyway after mum left him (yay mum) we didn't really see too much of him. He got away with paying little no child maintainence when we were growing up by having us over for a week or so every year. These were terrifying weeks - Often there would be 5 or 6 of us kids just huddled in the backyard or walking for hours just to get out of the house as he smashed stuff and roared like some kind of neanderthal hulk. He would sometimes grab the nearest kid and throw them into a wall or something to alleviate his rage (there was a big pile of cushions in the lounge which I was thrown onto by my throat - thoughtful no?)

One memorable moment is when we were at the markets and my brother was having a tense conversation with him when he suddenly lashed out and punched him several times in the face. I yelled out stop it you cunt! ( I was 8 at the time and had little knowledge of what cunt actually meant) so he called me a fat shit and punched me in the chest before returning his attention to my brother (I was a fatty to be fair) hehe.

He is a rich lawyer now though so milk him for the cash every year or so when we see him. He had bowel cancer a little while ago (which he got over unfortuntely).. all I could think of when I heard the news was, I wonder what my inheritance will be if he dies? - a sad reflection on our relationship.

Also when I was 10 one of my sisters killed herself - because of him I still think to this day. Anyway he came over to view the body and I saw him crying and he tried to hug me. He must have seen me smirking at him crying - ironic given that he caused my sister's depression which led to her topping herself.. he knows.
(Sammyj, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 11:15, Reply)