Now, I know a lot of people reading this would be running for the hills round about now, but remember I was used to this! I was used to chaos and high conflict nutters,as I had just done a 20 stretch with the last one so I guess it was going to take a lot to phase me! as all my senses were relatively numb!
Well between that and the substances I was taking so that I could function properly, and No I am not condoning, drink or drug abuse but none of us are perfect as it's not a perfect world, and we all have our coping mechanisms, I guess!
Any hoo! Captain C had come home for a few weeks from his trip away, and as I said the first thing he did was build that post! and of course he never ate for the first few days so I decided to make him a roast dinner for the up and coming weekend OMG he threw it the bin! who the fook does that!
And no it was not because my cooking was rank that I know, because I went to college for cookery and had run various culinary businesses in the past, no he just had an aversion to food ha!
All he wanted to eat was tea and toast it was rather bizarre, almost like a child with ADHD oh! wait a minute he was a child with ADHD take note! never trust a man who does not like his food Agent of chaos had a food aversion also!
I remember my mother came round to visit one day and she used the butter that was in the fridge, to make herself a sandwich freeking hell Captain C went loco he took the butter and threw it into the field that over looked his house! and he kept yelling how it was cross contaminated and he could not possibly use it, yeah! this is the same boy who's house smelled of cat piss just saying! so you know!
I wouldn't mind but see that, field he threw the butter into "looool" him and his father were actually stealing it, obviously it did not belong to them, but they kept moving their fences every few months then cutting the grass so after so many years they can say they maintained it and land grab it, ha!
I may be financially bankrupt but theses fookers were morally bankrupt! like father like son eh!
I honestly wonder why I never went completely insane, because living there with him, was hell on earth, I never got to think straight he was always on my case even when he wasn't there he was! always at the end of the phone, nipping my fooking head! my young son hated him also he was not directly cruel to him, lets just say he was passively cruel, he used to make him walk the dog round the field not once, not twice, not three times, not four, not five,not six, but about ten times, extreme eh! and when he was learning to ride his bike, he used to make him do it even though he fell off every time, skinned all his legs then cried, to which he got some per versed kick, I knew my son was not able to ride a bike but no! all he kept saying was" I'll make a man of him, you! treat him like a baby" just for the record my son has since been diagnosed with dyspraxia and autism maybe that's why he couldn't ride a fooking bike you CUNT! sorry about the language but this fooker would drive a saint to swear! and just so you know hes never rode a bike since as it left him to traumatised!
And if that wasn't bad enough I remember distinctly, one day my son and Captain C went to Asda for some shopping and on their return I got the shock of my life, let me set the picture my son is very slender in build with an elfin, face so I keep his hair slightly longer, no butch haircuts so to speak, well fook me in he walks with a fooking number one crew cut, the colour must of drained from my face, And I went to turn to him to give him a mouthful,and I literally did, because I did this most distasteful thing ever, I spat in his face, what had this man reduced me to? who was I?, what was I doing here? and how much longer must we both suffer? you know the really ironic thing is, this evil bastard, had long curly hair and it was OK for him, to have long hair! but my son had to have all his shaved off, I'm telling you he's fooking lucky I never had him up on assault charges for what he did to my son very lucky indeed!
With some people you meet in life! you'll know that you've got to live the rest of your life with out them!
Trust your gut (Anne Mcrea
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