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my dad did my head in when he 1st gave me a new address after I had left home and he and mum had split a week later No 1 park bench Hanwell Ealing London W5
Thanks dad lol
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pmsl Janey thankyou
I actually agree no one should follow me and I have spent a good part of my years stopping them.
another funny but maybe not joke, I had had a late night in the pub and decided to sleep on the train to France slept past the station had to turn around the next day finally made it to dads at 4pm the next day , when dad reckoned I had seen more of France in 24hrs than he had in 10 years and Bonnie Tyler wrote her song for me.....lost in France....
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Uzzi, no one should follow you, but just thinking about walking in your shoes a bit could prompt someone who reads your words to have just a little more empathy when they hear or read about, or meet someone who has had similar hard times -- they won't have experienced it themselves, but they will know that they know someone who has.
And remember that all of us, no matter what dutiful daughters or stalwart sons we might have been -- or even how pathetically crap our parents were -- will feel guilty when they go. That's the human condition.
Would a joke help? I gave notice I'd pass it on, and it is about sleeping on benches. ;)
To get to my mum's 80th last week, I had to take a 5-hour bus ride to one terminus then get to another terminus not too far away and wait three hours for the next bus. From 5 a.m. to 8 a.m. on a Saturday. Dead tired, and nothing to do but sit and wait. And the outdoor benches were the hardest things I had ever sat on in my life. With dividers so you couldn't loll, let alone lie down. Luckily, I had my folded-up towel to sit on, and I actually dozed for a half hour.
So I was telling one of the other TTF regulars here about that tedious and sore-bum experience, and said I swore the bench was made of petrified oak. And she said:
Of course it was petrified -- you were sitting on it!
hahaha snork.
If I come up with any other park-bench jokes, I'll let you know. ;)
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some of it was by choice, but just to show another side to life , I have edited the crap bits
n my life I have sat beside a friend whist she died at her own hand, I have mourned others who have died at their whim. I sat beside my stepdad who didn't want to die to to young and watched him take his last breath. I learnt the hurt of losing the person I cared about to death, but dad was happy with my life then.
I in my past have slept well everywhere I used to live on the street, so a comfy bus station was great. Don't try Birmingham New St Station not a good place. I can't imagine the hurt that my parents would have felt if they knew the truth
I married at 17 with parental un consent by 18 I was seperated from an abusive husband who beat the crap out of me when he thought he could and eventualy bettered me until the last fight when I left him ,, but who stalked me up to the age of 40+ . often in that time I felt his fist again but the last time I fought back , He discovered I was getting married again 3rd time lucky and objected I stood up to him as the fighter I am and lost. The only good that came out of that fight is I hurt him also. not by fist or fury but by words,
I have tried to make a family for me but i can't have children, I wanted a family because I had lost my own at 15 when my mum went off with her boyfriend and my dad didn't care anymore, because there had been too many and the last was a friend,
How did Dad feel one child pregnant at 15and the other a runaway at 16 (little did he know the runaway was a virgin he may have worried more) what did I care at the time, but I sure thought about it as he was dying.
Nobody could berate me more than I do for the harm I caused others, but I do not believe some twat in the sky caused me not to have kids for the harm I caused
maybe he did in which case he felt soo guilty and gave me the nicest person the the earth to finish my life with.
Walk in my steps nah I think not .....don't feel sorry for me but just don't follow.
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