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Jesus, man. Doesn't history tell me that holidays with the family do not go well?
I should've just declined like I was gonna when Kathleen called for Thanksgiving, told her I had to work. 'Course, I didn't did I? She sounded upset when she called last Thursday and I told her I'd head on down there, providing I didn't have to do the social mixing with the parents.
See, they don't so much bother me now as they did way back when. But when she told me what they'd said to her when Collin had run off with that bimbette? I wanted to tear 'em a new one. They can rag on me as much as they want but when they start in on stuff she had no control over-- It makes me fuckin' mad, is all and Kath takes it - although from what I gather, not any more.
Anyway. I got there day before Christmas Eve, right around the time all hell had broken loose. Kath was at boiling point - Collin Jr. decided he'd play the goddamn fool again. He got picked up for fightin' the other night. Thankfully I managed to straighten most of it out and Collin wasn't charged or anything but I think Kathleen sorta reached the end of her rope.
Pretty much begged me to bring him down here.
Man, I sound calm when I say that. What the fuck was I supposed to do, leave him there? My sisters goin' nuts as it is and our parents ain't gonna step in and do somethin' good for a change. I was her only option, Kathleen said, she didn't know what to do with him any more...
So, I now have temporary custody of a walking, hormonal time-bomb in a town that just feeds off that kinda shit. We spent the ride down studiously glarin' anywhere but each other, me wanting to rip his dear father a new asshole, him probably wanting to do the same.
Fuckin' wipe. Running off with a 20 year old and leavin' a wife and three kids behind. Screwed up far worse than I ever done, that's for sure.
I should've just declined like I was gonna when Kathleen called for Thanksgiving, told her I had to work. 'Course, I didn't did I? She sounded upset when she called last Thursday and I told her I'd head on down there, providing I didn't have to do the social mixing with the parents.
See, they don't so much bother me now as they did way back when. But when she told me what they'd said to her when Collin had run off with that bimbette? I wanted to tear 'em a new one. They can rag on me as much as they want but when they start in on stuff she had no control over-- It makes me fuckin' mad, is all and Kath takes it - although from what I gather, not any more.
Anyway. I got there day before Christmas Eve, right around the time all hell had broken loose. Kath was at boiling point - Collin Jr. decided he'd play the goddamn fool again. He got picked up for fightin' the other night. Thankfully I managed to straighten most of it out and Collin wasn't charged or anything but I think Kathleen sorta reached the end of her rope.
Pretty much begged me to bring him down here.
Man, I sound calm when I say that. What the fuck was I supposed to do, leave him there? My sisters goin' nuts as it is and our parents ain't gonna step in and do somethin' good for a change. I was her only option, Kathleen said, she didn't know what to do with him any more...
So, I now have temporary custody of a walking, hormonal time-bomb in a town that just feeds off that kinda shit. We spent the ride down studiously glarin' anywhere but each other, me wanting to rip his dear father a new asshole, him probably wanting to do the same.
Fuckin' wipe. Running off with a 20 year old and leavin' a wife and three kids behind. Screwed up far worse than I ever done, that's for sure.