arrrrrrgh no more talking!
I was about 18 and had just finished my very last a-level exam when I got the "we have to talk" line from my Mother.

I'd picked her up from work when she suggested that we stop for a sneaky beverage on the way home. I was driving so I decided to opt for a soft drink, but instead she decided to ply me with Jack Daniels (at four in the afternoon) and proceed to tell me that she was divorcing my Dad. She then bought me more drinks and made me skive off my shift at the local supermarket, as I was too pisseed to serve the unsuspecting public. What a fucking shit day that turned out to be.

I'd imagined that I'd be stoned off my tits and celebrating the end of an educational era. Needless to say I wasn't too keen on "talking" and couldn't really fancy the post-work night out on the lash with my mates after hearing about the demise of my parents marriage.

It's not all doom and gloom, the parentals got back together a month later and they celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary next year. It properly wanked all over my end of a-level celebrations though. I won't be forgetting that when it comes to choosing the retirement home....
(madamebonsoir, Mon 23 Apr 2007, 21:57, Reply)