The BlackSwordsman Forums - View topic - hurting the next morning.....

I really think Genura is on to something here....

Wost brawl I've been in was at a Pub called, Copper Rocket. I had put at least four dollars worth of credits in the, Simpson's pinball machine. Stepped away for a sec to take a drink of my beer, and two, big,ugly, Rockabilly pricks, begin playing my credits! I asked nicely at first for them to wait for me to finish, didn't work, words got heated, I got punched.

These guys both were huge compared to me, so I turned around quickly, thinking I'd smash a chair over one of their heads.

Well, I couldn't pick up the fucking chair, and got pulverized in the face trying to do so. Next thing I really remember, was puking outside by a tree with the bartender asking if he should call an ambulance.

I hate memory gaps the next morning.

So you hardly ever fight?

I don't know, fights just happen, i don't remember any huge ones because I try to avoid those type of things with my friends. Most of my fights are with my father and they are the type of fights that are always on the same issues.
My dad and I, we are not really close.

My old man would get smashed, come home and pick fights with me.... now that he's gone I really miss him even if he did suck as a father ill always love him.... besides the beatings made me stronger and built me into the man I am today.

My parents got divorced 2 years ago, but most of my life my father lived here, I moved out when I was 20 because I couldn't handle my family anymore and when he finally left I moved back with my mother and registered to college. Life is so much better without him, I feel like I can finally breathe. My father was never a father to me.

It was a similar situation with me, my parents got divorced when I was 6 and my childhood officialy ended... the feelings of resent I had toward him and what he used to be was overwhelming. He did a lot of blow and drank like s fish. It came to me going to after school programs to avoid going home and being welcomed by a cop car or a fist..... I understand what you feel and I felt the same way until I found him dead on somebodys lawn. I held no grudges for him failing as a father because he was blood and I swore unconditional love toward all relatives no matter what

Since we're on the subject, my parents were both terrible and its been a year since i've spoken to them

Blood or not, they have no place in my life.

Love is not measured by flesh and blood.
I consider my friends more family to me than my biological family.

My parents have always been fairly decent. At worst I got slapped rather than getting the shit beaten out of me and I had a slightly sheltered upbringing.

I usually keep to myself around them and I don't confide in them unless I've got no choice.