knuckle's Journal

Ok Parents, you are in your eighties. Can you please grow up a bit.  Just tired of all this animosity.  I felt that even over the phone and we are 300 miles apart.  Ever since you found out what your brother in law did, you have been treating me like I grew a horn from the centre of the forehead.  And you have room and morals to talk.  Look at what you did to me.  I know it was 45 years ago, but I cannot forget it.  I have no respect for you.  When you hug me good bye, you just hug me like I am damaged goods.  But you know what

I am not damaged goods, you are.  You and your girlfriends and the abuse I had to suffer at your hands.  Fine.  I am coming up, but it is to see my mother not you.  You live there, but you are just another stranger.  I promise this I will not wear black when you die.  Just for the funeral and afterwards I will wear whatever I want

So I am going to have a nice coffee and a scoop of KitKat ice cream.  And just be happy.

Between you and the stupid ex I have grown strong and happy.  I am not going to let anything get to me again. One day at a time. that is all we have.  And we all have to answer to the judge one day. Better have some good answers ready, both of you.