Thirty-six. More family stuff.
Wow. The response from family about my observation of my father has gone down like a lead balloon. Everyone sees my father as a really nice guy. It's a shame of mine that I've always been backed into a corner by the way speak honestly. My mother always was afraid I might say something far too close to the truth to her mother, sisters and family friends? Actually our closest family friends - Jean and Milton - have first hand experience of my father's ruthlessness and his inability to stop holding a grudge and they have never questioned my authenticity. A while after mother and father had separated - a couple of years - when he was living back in Rawmarsh, having returned from Melbourne Australia (and his boomeranging back and forth from 1992 until 1995), and after forcing mother to give him half the value of the property they shared, when he couldn't get back into my mother's life because of the "other" thing which was going through his mind. A thing I ca...