My Father
My parents divorced when I was wee, and by the time I was into puberty my relationship with my father was getting a little strained because of his new wife (who's a whore). One summer I hadn't spoken to him for quite a while, when out of the blue he called to arrange for me and my brother to go on holiday with him. Camping. Not wanting to ruin our last chance to keep him in our lives, we said yes (forced grins all round).

Then he started moving the goalposts. Now his new family was coming along too. Fine; we should give them a chance as well.

Then he advised bringing along some money for us to buy souvenirs. Fair enough, he can't be expected to stump up for everything.

Then he said we needed to bring about £100 or more each, because we'd have to buy our own food and drink. WTF.

Before we could reply to this, he left a further message on our answering machine, revising that and saying we'd have to chip in for the spot in the site, electricity, and so on as well.

We told him to never contact us again. And indeed he didn't.
(bad1dea, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 2:54, 1 reply)

errr...... *CLICK*
.. not because I LIKE THIS, but I just cannot believe someone is like this toward his own kids..!

What was next..?..."We're now not going so you boys are now going to go by yourselves and get there under your own steam"

W@nker.

So now, no contact - your loss is your gain..!!
(Sir Jester, Fri 24 Oct 2008, 5:00, closed)