Been a crazy busy week so far in the Land of the Torn – and it’s only Tuesday afternoon!
I have been meaning to do a brief post on this for a couple of days, and it’s looking less and less likely that I will get in front of a big screen for anything other than paid work. So here I am, resorting to picking out a brief description of what my youngest daughter, D15, reported to me after her long cafe shift at the weekend – on my phone, whilst esconced in an armchair in the law library! Heck, I thought I’d left law libraries behind nearly thirty years ago, but is busy in the general university library.
So, here goes.
On Mother’s Day, apparently D was going about her waitressing business as per usual, when her first school teacher came in……..with her daughter – skankola. Mrs M chatted away (nervously, she knows) with D whilst her skanky offspring remained completely silent. D said she wanted to hoick a big greasy phlegm ball into her latte, which she never even thanked her for. I asked D if she was okay, and if she delayed telling me to spare my feelings. She said she was fine, a bit disgusted, and that maybe that was true about sparing me. I hugged her and told her she did well and that it was shitty that at fifteen she had to be put in that situation, thanks again, Dad.
I mentioned this to her father later on. He actually, no fucking kidding, laughed and said, “oh, she won’t even have remembered her.” I just looked at him in disgust and quietly said, “okay, that is why she told me, she had NO IDEA who she was, fucktard (actually the last word was only in my head) she spent a lot of time looking after/trying to manage/putting up with her little shit of a son. Of course she’s forgotten all about her.”
Then I turned and continued reading my work.
Fucktard. Dickwad. Dipshit.
Yeah. It’s forgotten. These kids will never forget what you did. They will never love the way they once might have. They will never fully respect you the way they used to before you fucked a filthy whore. Much the same as their mother. It’s not forgotten. That isn’t how it works, dumbass!