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Car troubles........have been stuck at my parents house for six days now.....I can't tell who is crazier anymore, Dad with his dementia or me from listening to him scream at me and telling me to go home!!!....which I can't do because I have car problems... |
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Here goes: I sped. I followed too closely. I ran a stop sign. I almost hit a Chevy. I sped some more. I failed to yield at a crosswalk. I changed lanes at the intersection. I changed lanes without signaling while running a red light and *speeeeeeeeding*! Oh wait, that was that "Liar Liar" guy ... sorry. |
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I've had better....
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O.K. I've done my part. Tell me yr story........
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Ok I'm game, nobody reads your threads anyways
I was raised a poor kid in a rich family, beaten often by dad and always wondered why no one else in the family endured such abuses. Yes I was special, his focus was on me and my imperfections at school and home. Till the age of 18, it was relentless, and daily. Then it stopped. It was almost as if I had a new dad, one that would beg me to spend quality time with him, perhaps to repent his ways and offer restitution for a failed childhood? Yeah I got problems alright.... Some physical and some emotional. If you haven't suffered, then you can't appreciate the good things in life. I've thanked him often in my mind for turning it around since his death 2 yrs ago, but I still struggle with the "why". |
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Ok I'm game, nobody reads your threads anyways I was raised a poor kid in a rich family, beaten often by dad and always wondered why no one else in the family endured such abuses. Yes I was special, his focus was on me and my imperfections at school and home. Till the age of 18, it was relentless, and daily. Then it stopped. It was almost as if I had a new dad, one that would beg me to spend quality time with him, perhaps to repent his ways and offer restitution for a failed childhood? Yeah I got problems alright.... Some physical and some emotional. If you haven't suffered, then you can't appreciate the good things in life. I've thanked him often in my mind for turning it around since his death 2 yrs ago, but I still struggle with the "why". |
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