Day 65
I had a bloody good night last night! I was hammered by about 9PM and we hadn’t even started the paella. It was a good night, for many reasons. I went with my brother to get fags from a bar I used to go to to gamble, and walking into that bar and not sticking a few quid in the gambling machine was very fulfilling. I also had a long conversation with one of my mates about gambling, as he is starting to think he may have an issue with the roulette, going 3, 4 times a week, spending money he doesn’t have on it. Typical news.
I was having a great night until my brother came up to me at about 12PM ish, showing me a message from our dad:
Well thanks again for ruining you night you pair of cunts. I never expected to have this conversation, but that is what you have driven me too. Just so you both know you really upset yout mother by trying to embarass her tonight. Not just a bit. Seriously upset. I’ve told you both before, and this is the last time I’ll say it. You piss off your mother, you piss off me. In which case find someone else to live with and take the piss out off because we don’t need that sort of shit, nor do we deserve it no matter how pissed you might be. We are your parents. We are not money trees or the butt of your jokes. If you don’t like it or respect that, you know where the front door is and where the street is and you can both **** off and annoy the rest of the planet. We won’t ever have this conversation again. All you’ll find is your crap that I can be bothered to throw over the fence, and our doors locked until such time as the pair of you can demonstrate you have grown up and don’t act like cunts. I don’t give a flying **** what either of you think. We’ve wiped your pussy arses for longer than I care to think. Grow up and grow some balls and start acting like adults. I’m tired and fed up trying to be dad to a pair of 3 year olds. Pandering to your every whim. Making excuses for your inexcusable behabiour, alcohol or not. If you can’t handle your grog which neither of you two lightweights can without getting getting arsey, then don’t drink. So either grow up and help, pay your way a bit, or **** off. Got that ? Is that simple enough that you can both understand? This is OUR home. You live here at over 18 as a luxury, not a right. Treat it with respect. Treat US with some respect. So best you both get your arses out of bed early and start to make up to your mother. Or you are both gonna get ****ed by me. Claro?.
Now when I read this I was like what the ****? Where’s this come from? My brother had told me that he had quite a heavy argument with my dad, but I wasn’t involved. I wasn’t even with my parents… I went and saw them and their friends a couple of times and everyone was having a laugh… My mum came to see me and my mates towards the end of the night, with my brother, and we started the whole joke about my mum doing drugs blah blah (this has been a recurring joke in our family, I tell everyone I know and see that my mum does coke, weed, heroin etc). This is nothing new. I used to ring my gran up “crying” saying that my mum was too high to look after me. I know this is a stupid joke but it all started for a reason (my mum has never done drugs, or at least not in front of me, wink wink nudge nudge). No, honestly, she hasn’t. But it’s a joke we’ve been using for years, she always gets a bit moody when we use it, but she knows it’s a joke, it comes, and it passes. Now with my mates last night I used the joke like I always do, she got a bit more pissed than normal, but I thought that that was probably because she was drunk and it hit a sensitive vain or something. Anyway, to receive a message like that from my dad is like what the hell? I’m fed up of them playing the victim card, acting like they do everything for my brother and I. It’s a crock of shit.
Anyway, apart from reading that from my dad, which I still don’t fully understand, I soldiered on and had a good night.
Got back at 6AM, work at 11AM (I managed to wing 2 hours off work) and I’m bloody tired! Can’t complain though, I had a good time and now I have to work…
My mate was meant to stay at mine last night, I lost him at about 2-3AM. Think he went for a shag the cheeky bugger 😉
Take it easy everyone! Choose life, choose being gamble free just one day more.
MrExon