My Father...the hero?
One of my earliest memories is crying in my cot, I don't know how old I was, possibly 2 or 3. I don't remember why I was crying, Maybe I'd shit myself, maybe I'd just wanted a hug. Either way I was crying. I then recall my dad coming into my bedroom, Finally I'll get what I want. Except he came in with an angry face, Next thing I know he was yelling and then hit me and left. That pretty much sums up the relationship with my dad. The two photos show me smiling at the camera when I was a young kid, but they don't show that I was afraid of my dad, my confidence and self esteem was non existent and I wanted to die. My father...the hero. My Mum and Dad married on Christmas Eve 1981, I was born in September 1982. My dad never hid the fact that I was unwanted, that I was an embarrassment to him. He hated me, whenever he could he'd humiliate me, hit me, punish me for stuff I'd never even done. Oh there's no doubting he worked hard to put food on the table...