tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post2390016691334667678..comments2024-03-06T17:02:32.359-08:00Comments on the asshat lounge: Late Night Maudlin Street- Snapshots from the WarKonohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-26427768917673183282010-11-23T06:33:20.115-08:002010-11-23T06:33:20.115-08:00Daisy- you may be the only one who got this.
UB- ...Daisy- you may be the only one who got this.<br /><br />UB- My sis was the yeller, the old man barely ever raised his voice and didn't on that night, just calmly stated his mind, the truth is there was much silence.<br /><br />Sybil- it's not all it's cracked up to be. <br /><br />Nurse- Patience Nurse, patience.<br /><br />Rassles- judging from the last name you are of the I-tie persuasion and isn't yelling and screaming the norm for yoos guise.<br /><br />Fuzzarelly- that's absolutey horrible, mine was nowhere near as bad and not that it means anything but it wasn't your fault.<br /><br />Gulfboot- i've drank with both your parents and all i can say is that was nothing more than a peculiar display of their undying love for each other.Konohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13865029570865495659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-32160171624823205052010-11-23T04:56:28.527-08:002010-11-23T04:56:28.527-08:00It was all a bit WWF thinking back.It was all a bit WWF thinking back.Gulfboot Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08452193284776669303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-84585449334129332992010-11-23T04:55:47.222-08:002010-11-23T04:55:47.222-08:00My mum and dad used to row all the time. The nasti...My mum and dad used to row all the time. The nastiest was when my mum hit my dad over the head with a Pyrex dish full of hot fat and roast potatoes.<br /><br />No fucking roast potatoes that Sunday. Just a bleeding dad covered in fat.<br /><br />Tragic.Gulfboot Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08452193284776669303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-65053333119790417912010-11-22T15:15:57.874-08:002010-11-22T15:15:57.874-08:00We all have our stories, our personal demons. I re...We all have our stories, our personal demons. I remember being in bed, about age ten, listening to my parents arguing in the kitchen below me, and I remember wishing it would all stop.<br /><br />My mother overdosed on pills and booze, on purpose, when I had just turned 17. <br /><br />And of course, it was all my fault, at least as far as I was concerned. It wasn't, but it took me years to realize that.<br /><br />I'm 53 now, and still cry for the sadness of it all.<br /><br />It's hard to imagine one's parents as mere humans, as fucked up as we are, but it's true.FUZZARELLYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12340378858926874634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-73447815287762653502010-11-22T13:24:00.331-08:002010-11-22T13:24:00.331-08:00Someone was always yelling at our house, but that ...Someone was always yelling at our house, but that was just because we're loud-ass one-uppers. My whole family gets along pretty well. <br /><br />I have no idea how I got so fucked up.Rassleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12370070146085209687noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-70281570337014731812010-11-22T12:29:14.782-08:002010-11-22T12:29:14.782-08:00Your poor mother. Was she really so bad? You'v...Your poor mother. Was she really so bad? You've written quite a bit about your father before but now I'd like to read more about her....nursemyrahttp://nursemyra.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-65268533378677511332010-11-22T09:31:13.979-08:002010-11-22T09:31:13.979-08:00My parents are still together, but I remember wish...My parents are still together, but I remember wishing they were divorced, just so I could get away with murder (and I would've, as if I didn't already) and have two separate houses and all that stuff. God, I was such a selfish little bitch at times.sybil lawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13629349319977383547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-84455609170538818992010-11-22T03:38:44.032-08:002010-11-22T03:38:44.032-08:00We didn't have any of that yelling stuff. It w...We didn't have any of that yelling stuff. It was the silent treatment in our house, which can be less physical but just as damaging. I was 15 (16? All dates are approximate.) when my da left and I never spoke to him again. It was easy!The Unbearable Banishmenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05704208968630911021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5570801609581631361.post-4062230575024985792010-11-21T19:16:01.646-08:002010-11-21T19:16:01.646-08:00no one ever knows what goes on inside a marriage. ...no one ever knows what goes on inside a marriage. sometimes it really isn't about the kids... <br /><br />makes me wonder about 'do-overs'. if i really had a chance to repair some of the damage i've inflicted, would i do it? or would i just fuck things up worse...daisyfaehttp://daisyfae.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com