I’m still ranting to myself about that shit up there ^, sorry.
I need to leave this place alone for a while.
My mum didn’t come home the day before the police came for her and my dad only got away with it because a) all but my oldest brother were too afraid to say anything to the police when they tried to help and b) such was our fear of him, we believed everything he said. So, when he said that if we went into care, it would be twice as bad, we continued to quietly wet ourselves and our beds most days. Sometimes he was too drunk and we’d count every one of our very limited blessings on those days.
Chip off the block? My daughter and my wife adore me Elzorillo, despite a quite severe mental illness, as I adore them. I wouldn’t harm a hair of their heads. I’d die for them and they know this.
Sod it, I’m off.