Mine died this year. I was like huh, damn I guess I better go to the ceremony. He told me so many times over the years that he had something saved up for me and my brother when he died, as he brushed close to death right after my brother was born and a few times since. I’m not complaining because I don’t care, he was an asshole, but either he was lying about that too or his disgusting wife just got it. She’s so terrible I thought she was Jewish the first two years I knew her. It turns out that she just did a “funny” Jew impression and then turned that into her entire personality. My dad had a legit full auto Thompson he promised me as well. I imagine she already sold that.
God, he sounds insufferable. Sorry you had to deal with that.
Mine was an abusive meth head. Beat and berated my brother, my mother, and me all the way up until CPS took us out when I was 15. I was terrified of men for a long time, and I can still be pretty standoffish with them, even at 32. I can remember being 8 years old, washing dishes. I dropped a glass. It broke. The next thing I knew, I was suspended 3 feet in the air by my neck and being thrown into a wall. For dropping a glass.
I always loved my mother. I was given her phone number recently, but I’ve been hesitant to call. I know she’s with a different man these days and is genuinely happy with him. He’s good to her. She finally left my father after he broke several of her ribs, punctured a lung, and nearly killed her. I know she was always scared he’d kill her if she left, but I suppose that she got so close to it that death didn’t seem like such a bad alternative to the life she had with him.
So yeah, the day he breathes his last will be cause for celebration in my circle.
If my biological father could just go ahead and kick the bucket, the world would be a slightly better place.
Mine died this year. I was like huh, damn I guess I better go to the ceremony. He told me so many times over the years that he had something saved up for me and my brother when he died, as he brushed close to death right after my brother was born and a few times since. I’m not complaining because I don’t care, he was an asshole, but either he was lying about that too or his disgusting wife just got it. She’s so terrible I thought she was Jewish the first two years I knew her. It turns out that she just did a “funny” Jew impression and then turned that into her entire personality. My dad had a legit full auto Thompson he promised me as well. I imagine she already sold that.
God, he sounds insufferable. Sorry you had to deal with that.
Mine was an abusive meth head. Beat and berated my brother, my mother, and me all the way up until CPS took us out when I was 15. I was terrified of men for a long time, and I can still be pretty standoffish with them, even at 32. I can remember being 8 years old, washing dishes. I dropped a glass. It broke. The next thing I knew, I was suspended 3 feet in the air by my neck and being thrown into a wall. For dropping a glass.
I always loved my mother. I was given her phone number recently, but I’ve been hesitant to call. I know she’s with a different man these days and is genuinely happy with him. He’s good to her. She finally left my father after he broke several of her ribs, punctured a lung, and nearly killed her. I know she was always scared he’d kill her if she left, but I suppose that she got so close to it that death didn’t seem like such a bad alternative to the life she had with him.
So yeah, the day he breathes his last will be cause for celebration in my circle.
You should steal her cell phone everytime she walks away from it, and throw it in a lake later on. Fuck her.
With any luck I will never see her again.