The Treaty Has Been Violated.
07/02/2009
Let the war begin.
(Rhiannon, You'd understand.)
Let's start from the top:
Dad has a Girl-friend.
The Not-So-Jolly-Green-Giant, as I like to call her.
She's tall.
And I don't like her.
Or her Kids.
They're BOYS.
Very annoying boys.
So, I said, : Dad, have us on your own, or not at all.
He said that was okay.
On his weekend, he took us to a museum.
On his own.
Which was good.
But, on the train back, he said; Amanda and the boys think they've done something wrong because i'm not spending time with them.
And, I'm thinking; What the hell do you think i've felt the last 12 years?
But i just nod and look down.
Kids, that's emotional blackmail that my Dad used against me.
But that's not the worst of it.
Today, he took us to our Nan's.
And used the "Amanda & the kids" crap again.
And, I'm thinking, "Shut the hell up, Dad. You don't be messing with a 10-year-old's brain like that." (Danni's only 10 and worships Dad.)
But i just nod and look down.
Then he proposed that we see him on fortnight, him and the NSJGG the next, and alternate it.
So what, Dad, 2 days a month on your own with us just too much?
I mean, we've always been second-best, but give us a break!
But i just nod and look down.
And do you know where he takes us?
The Bloody N-S-J-G-G's house.
I nearly bloody screamed.
So we sat there for what, an hour?
Doing nothing and listening to the most horrendous Mama Mia! soundtrack.
Then, he took us
all (retarded kids and all) out.
Bowling.
That was okay.
If i didn't have to babysit the idiots.
So i let them wander off on their own around the arcade filled with potential Peedos.
Because it's not my job.
If i got paid, then maybe i'd consider it.
Anyway, the kids returned, with their virginity and lives intact ( NOO! ), for a wanna-be McDonalds in the bowling place.
It was
yucky.
Then we went bowling.
I lost.
5th. Out of - you guessed it - 5.
But hey.
When i finally thought it was all over,
(although the bowling was quite fun)
we went back to their house.
The CD was still playing.
And, for 3 hours, i was sat amongst retarded 9-10 year olds talking about "Balls" reading a book about dragons that i found on the floor.
And the kids and The NSJGG accompanied us home.
The Garfeild quote, "Quick! Turn around before they find out where we live!" replayed itself through my head over and over and over.
It was well and truly a craptastic day.
Labels: Bowling, Boys, Dad, Idiots, Kids, Nan, Not-So-Jolly-Green-Giant, Rhiannon, Treaty, War
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