my problem was that i wasn't raised well... yeah, yeah, i know, wah wah wah.
my mom did a decent enough job of raising me... my dad, as abraham simpson would say, was mainly in it for the spankings. i'm very grateful for the time and attention and all the sacrifices that my mom made for me to get me where i am today. i probably could have gone without all the mental and physical anguish my dad put me through. as jenny holzer says, "fathers often use too much force."
throughout my life my dad never treated me as a son... he just couldn't seem to connect with me on that level. our relationship has always been a friendly one, but i had enough friends growing up... what i needed was a father, particularly one that wasn't a crazed alcoholic vietnam veteran. i certainly didn't need some sort of forced friendship with a guy i have absolutely nothing in common with.
mom and dad's relationship pretty much fell apart after i moved out. there were several factors involved: 1, empty nest syndrome. 2, they didn't want to admit that the sole product of their union was a pot smoking, freewheeling, punk-ass graffiti vandal. 3, my dad had his mid-life crisis about ten years too late. to remedy this, i started keeping in touch with both of them more often, i went to art school and moved over to the legitimate side of the canvas, and my dad bought himself a new truck he did not even need.
they are still married, even though dad moved out last week to his own apartment... he says he still loves mom, but due to his social anxiety disorder slash post traumatic stress disorder slash alcoholism slash lack of desire to seek professional help he "just wants to be alone." he says mom really gets on his nerves... i don't blame him, since the most i can stand of either of them is about two and a half days before i just fucking lose it.
due to my dad's illnesses, they haven't had any sort of physical relationship for going on 2 years... almost magically, as soon as he moved out his dick started working again... no, not with another woman, but with my mom... sex without emotional attatchment, just what they both needed desperately. how do i know this? because my "best friend" dad called me and told me all about it... about how they fucked in my old room, on my old couch, about how he went down on her and got her nice and slick before their theraputic fuck. what kind of sick fucker would call his kid and tell him shit like that? i mean, seriously... what the fuck?
a theraputic schtupping would really hit the spot right now, if only to erase the thought of my dad's tongue flickin' my mom's bean from my memory forever.
my dad the bean flicker.
my mom did a decent enough job of raising me... my dad, as abraham simpson would say, was mainly in it for the spankings. i'm very grateful for the time and attention and all the sacrifices that my mom made for me to get me where i am today. i probably could have gone without all the mental and physical anguish my dad put me through. as jenny holzer says, "fathers often use too much force."
throughout my life my dad never treated me as a son... he just couldn't seem to connect with me on that level. our relationship has always been a friendly one, but i had enough friends growing up... what i needed was a father, particularly one that wasn't a crazed alcoholic vietnam veteran. i certainly didn't need some sort of forced friendship with a guy i have absolutely nothing in common with.
mom and dad's relationship pretty much fell apart after i moved out. there were several factors involved: 1, empty nest syndrome. 2, they didn't want to admit that the sole product of their union was a pot smoking, freewheeling, punk-ass graffiti vandal. 3, my dad had his mid-life crisis about ten years too late. to remedy this, i started keeping in touch with both of them more often, i went to art school and moved over to the legitimate side of the canvas, and my dad bought himself a new truck he did not even need.
they are still married, even though dad moved out last week to his own apartment... he says he still loves mom, but due to his social anxiety disorder slash post traumatic stress disorder slash alcoholism slash lack of desire to seek professional help he "just wants to be alone." he says mom really gets on his nerves... i don't blame him, since the most i can stand of either of them is about two and a half days before i just fucking lose it.
due to my dad's illnesses, they haven't had any sort of physical relationship for going on 2 years... almost magically, as soon as he moved out his dick started working again... no, not with another woman, but with my mom... sex without emotional attatchment, just what they both needed desperately. how do i know this? because my "best friend" dad called me and told me all about it... about how they fucked in my old room, on my old couch, about how he went down on her and got her nice and slick before their theraputic fuck. what kind of sick fucker would call his kid and tell him shit like that? i mean, seriously... what the fuck?
a theraputic schtupping would really hit the spot right now, if only to erase the thought of my dad's tongue flickin' my mom's bean from my memory forever.
my dad the bean flicker.
debrajean:
HAHAH! thats so funny