tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329289704908489972.post2428073122428153658..comments2023-09-22T10:26:04.401-07:00Comments on chillside: uncle's birthday stitching and opinionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05485732815739705835noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329289704908489972.post-36787031928139750642008-06-30T12:35:00.000-07:002008-06-30T12:35:00.000-07:00My father wasn't violent but he had a hell of a te...My father wasn't violent but he had a hell of a temper and could turn the air blue with his choice swear words. He knew how to get up my straight-laced mother's nose with those, or with a lacerating attack on her roast beef. She thought she was a fine cook.<BR/>They never argued about money in my hearing, but mother got her own back by refusing to satisfy his passion for a new car every two years out of her wages.<BR/>My father also checked out early, by his own hand - but he only told me this - and I don't blame him either having had mother under my roof for 20-odd years. How an atheist socialist survived 50 years marriage to a devout christian conservative is beyond me. Opposites attract I guess.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16943016570602252946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1329289704908489972.post-72680419108342982532008-06-30T03:26:00.000-07:002008-06-30T03:26:00.000-07:00Behind closed doors eh? I didn't have a violent f...Behind closed doors eh? I didn't have a violent father but sometimes I wonder how he stayed calm. Mealtimes were when my mother threw all the bad things about her day, mostly financial problems, at him. He had just got back from work. Most men would have gone to the pub to relax but not him. She didn't truly appreciate him until he was dead. I didn't blame him for checking out early.<BR/><BR/>I tucked my head down, blocked it all out as far as possible and enjoyed the food. <BR/><BR/>But I grew up with a BIG chip on my shoulder about women.carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11594072796541608601noreply@blogger.com