Punch,try this on for size..
Couple of years back,living in Glebe,My mum and dad had this "Kids stay at either parents house for week then swap over" rotation thing.
Friday night dad drives over to pick me and my siblings up.Mum
tries to comunicate with dad about my sisters school needs.Dad just discards this with a quick "yeah,yeah",gets our bags and leaves the house with me and my sisters.
We get to the ront of the house to see dads wonderful dog..uh,girlfriend sitting on the car hood.
"Everything ok on the west side?" She says.
"Oh,just her!" says dad.
"I know,can we get a gun and shoot her?"
A big WHAT THE FUCK?
All this happening while dad puts our school bags in the boot.Looking forward to my week with dad allready!
The whole ride to dads consists of the bitch in the front bagging and cursing my mum.One of my sisters starts to cry to herself.The bitch cares not and continues to swear and whinge.
Its not long after this when I decide to tell het to shut the fuck up and never mention my mums name again.
Dads house,Im out the front pondering mean thoughts for an hour before dad comes out.
"Son,I'm proud of you"
"You are?"
"Yes,you stuck up for your mother and I'm really proud of you for doing that......But we both know you didnt mean any of that do you?"
WTF???
God I hate it all!
I should write a book on this shit! Sooooo many stories to tell,so little time.
Peace
[ 13 October 2002: Message edited by: Shoelace ]