split while I was a baby while my brothers remember a family I remember knocking on the door broke before my memory so I couldnt even mourn my brothers got the family photos and I got weekend walks weekdays with Mum weekends at yours but childhood should be love not guessing if a parents gonna open their door man, you moved down the street and to me that made absence obscene and I couldnt see why could I never get to see you when theres just a few roads in between an it seemed raising another mans kids made the role finally fit while your own had to beg to visit just to prove he exists and every time we talked as a teen started with me at your gate not you ringing me or making the date your wife hated me and couldnt hide what the hate was her son called you dad despite me correcting him more than once and she treated those words like I lied and like Id broken the spell and made you think I was a threat cos the truth didnt hide the lies she tried to tell well, if she wouldnt have tried and replace me with her cunt of a son, maybe we wouldnt have had this mess Id say its funny, but it wasnt funny that I was the outsider at my own dads address lived close enough to visit but you were never allowed to check but to be honest, I dont even blame you for the rest Five Attempts no excuse left five kids carrying five very different versions of neglect dad went mostly missing though he lived down the road mum made every child pay for the fuck ups she chose dont call us difficult admit it by the fifth you shouldve learnt to raise your kids, shit Mum spent more hours drinking than knowing her sons then drank like just being present meant the parenting was done couldnt leave a bar without finding a fight at the end of the night any exit was my target cos I knew the taxi home carried spite different man every christmas each purchasing presents we unwrapped their auditions that were never filled with affection three husbands four engagements put the vows on repeat at fourteen throwing grown men into the street your sons were just security for an adult you created every fallout then called it our fault new blokes learning our names bought you peace for a week then they vanished while you rewrote why they chose to leave you called it love cos a stranger spent money on you I saw another temporary housemate that would be gone soon we wasnt raised by stability, merely managing your mess a child lonely as fuck while you drank through the best Five Attempts no excuse left five kids carrying five very different versions of neglect dad went mostly missing though he lived down the road mum made every child pay for the fuck ups she chose dont call us difficult admit it by the fifth you shouldve learnt to raise your kids, shit fifteen, Dartmoor, missing Mark more by the days as they pass b and B, visiting his prison to see him 24 behind glass you used it as a chance, to finally fucking talk about the fact that im having a baby so should have been telling me I needed to grow up fast, but the bitch pitch for me to ditch to Newquay telling me to disappear start life somewhere new please I say no, so you screw face, get wasted, nothing new and take your anger downstairs to the bar with you next thing grown men are at the door looking for me cos you raked nails through faces till they bleed then told them the room where your sons asleep The Hotwife talked them out of swinging to keep blood off the floor then you tell me that you hate me and im a disgrace cos I wouldnt fight a war that was uncalled for told me I was just like Antony, like that meant shame but Antony was my idol so it just landed as praise I wanted to be like him, calm and funny not full of harm and just full of your rage you were pissed up I was fifteen but still parented you thats just what shit was call me a disgrace but heres the part you forgot I was thirteen, fourteen, fifteen fixing your fights with guys that you caused cos you were always acting a cunt one locked up three times in 10 years one you barely know cos you treated him with cruelty whenever he got close one trained to call you a queen cos he knew anything different had a price one moved abroad so your problems didnt fuck up his life then me, number five with the trouble laid out five children five different methods of wearing us down Dad your crime was simple you could have but wouldnt but I still felt love from a distance in the pits of my stomach mum, yours was way worse you thought you was tough thought your dickhead behavior was funny but in reality every body got punished dont try rewrite history like this shit doesnt live with me cos your arse is getting frail I was the witness of this shit and not just the failing detail in your weak tale you say sacrifice your sons we lived the cost you didnt lose your children we all fucking escaped what you caused Five Attempts no excuse left five kids carrying five very different versions of neglect © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. 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