It was a bit of a tricky weekend, I was in mourning for my lovely bike as well as other things.
The source of the various father related thoughts a few days ago were probably due to the fact it was the date of the memorial, which I did not attend. I made it quite clear to my father's side of the family that they would have to make a choice between his children and his second wife. Sadly blood is not thicker than water and thus none of my father's children attended his memorial.
Honestly, his family are awful and now they are dead to my eyes. If you think a woman, or a gay can hold a grudge just wait till you displease a dandy.
All of this means I've started the week on a less positive note than I would like but perhaps going for cocktails at Blacks this evening will help.
If in doubt, go to Soho.
7 comments:
sorry the last post was spelt all shit so I had it killed...
I was trying to say that you can gain some sort of comfort in the knowledge that you are your fathers son, no fucker can take that off you
Cheers Piqued/
But aren't they your family as well?
I wrote a long comment.
Pondered it... Deleted it...
Decided that you're big enough and fluffy enough to know that you don't need to attend the memorial to prove or gain anything. People are shit; they make bad decisions that affect other people beyond their comprehension.
What you need are hugs:
*BIG HUGS*
GB, just because we are family (no Sister Sledge jokes, puhlease) doesn't mean we have to get on. I love what little I have left of mine, but I still feel like an alien. My friends are my family, and a darn sight easier the relations are with my chums.
GB - Somethings cannot be forgiven.
Moi - Thanks, it's amazing how helpful venting on the interspaz is.
Clair - The urban family of friends is the future.
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