I just drank another pot of coffee...with sugar. I never put sugar in coffee. I don't usually even eat sugar. I'm diabetic. But I'm getting the shakes and I think I needed a bit of a sugar push before I take my Metrodin. Either that or I'm so tired I can't think straight anymore. Hmmm....
Oh, and I'm visiting other Blogathon blogs, but I'm too shaky right now to comment. But I'm visiting. Promise!
Well my father's dead, so I have to separate them due to tense issues. OK? My father was a violent cold man. Sort of a waste as a father, like so many father's of his time. When I read Peter Jennings book "The Greatest Generation" and read about all those men, WW2 vets and what their children said about them, I recognized my father over and over. He was withdrawn, probably clinically depressed, and unhappy. He had no friends.
My mother is insane. Clinically whacked. Nutty as a fruitcake. Bats in the Belfry. Should have been medicated 60 years ago, but refused all treatment including therapy. Smart as a whip, funny as hell when she's lucid. A TERRIBLE mother. Jealous, and hated her kids. She's alone and she deserves it. Haven't seen her since 1980 and have no plans to ever see her again. My choice.
And your parents are?
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