Family's is a strange thing. Some people say you don't know what you've got till it's gone. I say bollocks. Looking back, there's not one bit of them I want.
Mother - well, she probably does love me. After all, I was her first born, and she went through being a single mum for me. But she hasn't been there for me since I was a child. We've gone through nothing together. Any feelings I might have had for her have long since atrophied into nothingness.
Father - welldidn't really turn out to be my father. Not that anyone told me this, was left to find this out on my own. An alright guy, as long as you want someone to drink Guinness with, and not anything else. A bit of a cunt all told, bit I'm not one to talk.
Brother - hated him from day one, and the feeling is more than mutual. Kind of like the undertaker and kane. Can't help but feel we're gonna kick the shit into each other soon.
Sister - now there is an interesting one. At one time, she was the love of my life. It was me and her against the world. I loved nobody more than her. But when it came down to it, she choose someone else over me, and after a lot (and I mean a lot) of drinking, fuck her. We both made our choices, and went separate paths. There's no going back now.
Grandmother - yeahshe was cool. Had a lot of time for her. But the rest of family (see below) had her drugged up for the past 10 years. I had to say my goodbyes years ago. Currently, she's sat and sleeping in a chair pissing herself. I really hope I die before I become like her.
Grandfather - a complete cunt. I can only hope that the hell he believes in is real, and he roasts in it for the rest of eternity.
In the extended family, I like a few. Tim and his wife Debbie I've always had time for, and my niece Kate is far too smart and good to be in this family. I'll do my best for them.
It might be strange to write this down. Somehow, this makes it more real. Before, I could always pretend in some sort of reconciliation, a Walton's moment with my sister and mother, as we fall on each crying we love each other. That's just not going to happen. Somehow, writing it down makes more real. I've always know I've lost them, saying it here just convinces me to get on with dealing with it.
Mother - well, she probably does love me. After all, I was her first born, and she went through being a single mum for me. But she hasn't been there for me since I was a child. We've gone through nothing together. Any feelings I might have had for her have long since atrophied into nothingness.
Father - welldidn't really turn out to be my father. Not that anyone told me this, was left to find this out on my own. An alright guy, as long as you want someone to drink Guinness with, and not anything else. A bit of a cunt all told, bit I'm not one to talk.
Brother - hated him from day one, and the feeling is more than mutual. Kind of like the undertaker and kane. Can't help but feel we're gonna kick the shit into each other soon.
Sister - now there is an interesting one. At one time, she was the love of my life. It was me and her against the world. I loved nobody more than her. But when it came down to it, she choose someone else over me, and after a lot (and I mean a lot) of drinking, fuck her. We both made our choices, and went separate paths. There's no going back now.
Grandmother - yeahshe was cool. Had a lot of time for her. But the rest of family (see below) had her drugged up for the past 10 years. I had to say my goodbyes years ago. Currently, she's sat and sleeping in a chair pissing herself. I really hope I die before I become like her.
Grandfather - a complete cunt. I can only hope that the hell he believes in is real, and he roasts in it for the rest of eternity.
In the extended family, I like a few. Tim and his wife Debbie I've always had time for, and my niece Kate is far too smart and good to be in this family. I'll do my best for them.
It might be strange to write this down. Somehow, this makes it more real. Before, I could always pretend in some sort of reconciliation, a Walton's moment with my sister and mother, as we fall on each crying we love each other. That's just not going to happen. Somehow, writing it down makes more real. I've always know I've lost them, saying it here just convinces me to get on with dealing with it.