The people that know me well know how I feel about my parents. For those that don't that well, and haven't read any of my older posts, I will save you the trouble...
I don't like them.
Mostly due to the fact that they have never been parents. To me, or the rest of my brothers and sisters. Tonight just reiterated that fact once again.
I had just sat down in my room to eat my dinner, when my mobile rings...
..fuck.
'Cause it was my 'father', and no one can piss me off faster than he can. Well, that's not exactly true, my 'mother' can, but I don't talk to that bitch, haven't for about 14 years, and I intend to keep that number rising.
Anyhow, it's not the fact that he called me, it was the reason.
"You know it's your brother Martin's birthday today." Sometimes, it's really difficult for me not to sound annoyed, and I must say I did a monumentally good job of hiding my annoyance today. I'm very proud of myself for that, not really sure why.
All I said was, "...okay.." To which I got...
"I don't remember what year he was born, do you?"
FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!!
The fucking two of you, I swear. You can make them well enough, but taking care of any of them is a hell of a feat isn't it?????????
Let me give you a bit of background of WHY I'm so upset about all this.
When I was 12, my father's second wife accused him of molesting my brother Martin, who at that time was 2, and my sister Ophelia, who was 5. Now keep in mind their was medical proof that nothing like that had happened, but at that time, her word was enough to make it go to court. My mother being the attention whore she was, and is, decided to tell the court that he had done the same to me when they were still married. While that had happened to me when I was younger, my father was NOT the one who did it. They took my mother at word as well, so I was dragged to court, psychologists, police departments, lawyers, etc. for about a year dealing with this bullshit.
This is where it gets really interesting...
At the end of all this, or I should say what brought it to an end was...
Barbara (wife number 2) told the court that if he gave up all rights and visiting privileges to Martin and Ophelia right then, she would drop all the charges, and not take a penny from him for their care, she just wanted him away from the three of them.
If he could have signed those papers in blood to get them signed faster, he would have. He jumped on that deal so fast, it was disgusting.
I have seen neither Martin or Ophelia since that last day in court, now over 20 years. I will never forgive him for that...ever.
So don't call acting like you give a fuck now. You had your chance to be their father. If you cared, you would have fought to the death for those two. You don't even remember what year they were born. I do, but fuck if I'm gonna tell you.
I have a brother Robert who is 8 years old at present, another product of another relationship gone wrong, and another brother that I hardly know, thanks to my father's bullshit. Another child he doesn't help to take care of. A child who needs his father, because his mother is a psychotic retard.
Just another fantastic reason for me to be excited about joining the military and leaving this place....
I can stop supporting the father who never bothered to support me, in any way.
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