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No, they were far from perfect especially my dad, but they're both good people.
When I got older, I forgave my parents for the mistakes they made, the same way they always forgave me for the ****** sht I did when I was a young punk. My parents are getting real old, I spend more time with them and I genuinely enjoy their company now.
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My dad stabbed up on his brother in law… my mentors 1.special forces wacko, we did meet Bruce Jenner at San Jose city college.
my dad used to take me with him as he plowed other wimmin so yeah.. ideal childhood ..
Don’t tell your mother..
later on I showed up with 2 girls and I was happy..
my mom re- found religion as my pounding j poon .. my mom tried or attempted to fix my evilness.. pops told her he was proud of me …
lil daddy butler… tell us why you decided to leave the Philippines???
have I plowed more Filipinas than you??
btw.. my toilet seat i(jap) isn’t sold at CostcoWilly Wanker likes this.
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I have 4 siblings and grew up the only child .
my mom had a drug issue and was a hustler who knew how to make money . The few times she got caught up my sisters were taken away (both younger.
She could never seem to help herself ,always true to the game .while all this was happening my older bro by a few years got arrested at 16 for stealing cars from a auto body shop 3 miles away.
They found out he and 2 friends and my moms youngest brother had stole over 9 cars and made some solid money after getting caught hopping in a old friends house to steal vcrs stereo eqpt for owed money, My uncle threw all the young guys under the bus by giving the cops the info on stolen cars and did 1 year .. all the youngers guys got 3 yrs plus starting in juvi.
My bro got hooked on heroin in state prison at 18 yrs old and has never been the same .
my mom punishes herself every day for it . My other older bro left and ran away at 15 and ive only seen him 5 times in the last 25 yrs .
my dad divorced young when i was 6 and took off. He was always a hustler and money maker ,had the houses all that. Seen him about 15 times in my childhood ,he acted like any other person you walk by . As an adult ive seen my dad like 10 times and all he does is ask for money . He lost everything he ever earned or stole or hustled. Havent spoken in 10 yrs .Last edited by Jc8804; 12-03-2021, 10:55 AM.Citizen Koba likes this.
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'Pends what you mean '****ty'... Mum's still alive and going strong in her late 70s relentlessly practical and a willful force of nature, kind but not really demonstrative or given to displays of emotion... See her on the Len Johnson study thread I did in the history sec. Stoic and unflappable... plenty of stories of her own about travelling around Eurpoe by herself or with me and my brother toddling after her. Trained as nurse as a youngster, never thought herself very bright, but went then to University in her late 30s picked up first a degree then a Masters in clinical research. Strong woman.
Barely saw my old man til I was about 9 years old, cos he couldn't get a visa to come live in the UK,,, never doubted for a second I was loved or that he would die (or more likely kill) for me, but the dude was messed up, volatile, in turns extremely loving and passionate about life but also prone to brooding silences for weeks followed by explosive outbursts. Ain't really surprising though once I learned some of **** he'd been through later but as a kid kinda hard to figure out. His family got caught up in the Greek civil war, saw his house burned down as a toddler and got caught up in the politics of the Junta and tortured in prison, became a dealer and pimp after that, fund his habit... only kicked when he came to the UK in about '81. Man was hard and had old school ideas about raising sons that stood out a little in the sleepy rural village where I grew up.
Couldn't seem to stop myself provoking him though... my older brother just kept his head down and scuttled off to university soon as he got the chance, but seemed like I just couldn't help trying to needle him. Figured out later it was because I couldn't stand the fear waiting for the violence to come so provoking it on my timescale at least gave me some kinda control over it. I always did have a quick mouth anyway though, probably got me into as many sc****s as it got me out of.
By the time I was 15 and 16 though the fights were starting to get serious and my ma got hurt a coupla times caught in the middle, time I was 17 I knew I hadda go or one of us (probably me) was gonna end up in hospital or dead. Left home coupla days after my 17th Birthday, packed a bag, never looked back.
Did start spending a bit more time with em both after a few years but never healed things with my old man - not really. Dude died 2011, August I think. 10 years ago near as dammit. Dunno don't really even think about him... kinda regret not trying harder to learn more about him even if my anger ran a bit too deep to really forgive him even 20 years after I left.
It's probably significant that my own road back to something like a normal life seemed to pick up pace after he died though, so maybe it cleared something, gave me some kinda closure maybe.
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Originally posted by markusmod View PostFather left when I was like 5 or 6. Never saw him since. Can't even track him down through the net.
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Originally posted by markusmod View PostFather left when I was like 5 or 6. Never saw him since. Can't even track him down through the net.Last edited by Rockin'; 12-03-2021, 01:52 PM.
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