I was so happy a few years back when my brother Carl broke up with his domineering bitch of a wife, Marlene. She controlled him for the ten years of their marriage, and it got even worse when their son Nathan was born. For the first few years of his life, I was allowed to see him, until she got it in her head that Nathan would be corrupted by his 'fag uncle', and then i was shut out, except for large family gatherings and the occasional holiday visit.
"Sorry Rick, you know how she gets..." Carl tried to explain it to me at first. He truly was torn, but I was a little miffed he was taking her side in all of this.
"Yeah, she's a whore." I said simply. Carl had accepted me immediately when I told him I was gay, back when I was 15 and he was 18.
"I know you and her don't get along, I'm sure this thing will all blow over soon." Soon, yeah. For the next seven years I barely saw my nephew, or my brother.
When Nathan was around six, she started drinking heavy. By his eighth birthday, she was passed out in the den every night, a bottle of vodka or wine somewhere near her sprawled out body. Carl called me all in a panic a few weeks later, where he poured out most of the story.
"She said she was going to get cleaned up last year." I suppressed a laugh. "Nathan found her passed out downstairs last week, and you know what he did? He cleaned up the bottles and covered her up with a blanket, then went upstairs sobbing. The kid feels sorry for her!"
"Sorry Rick, you know how she gets..." Carl tried to explain it to me at first. He truly was torn, but I was a little miffed he was taking her side in all of this.
"Yeah, she's a whore." I said simply. Carl had accepted me immediately when I told him I was gay, back when I was 15 and he was 18.
"I know you and her don't get along, I'm sure this thing will all blow over soon." Soon, yeah. For the next seven years I barely saw my nephew, or my brother.
When Nathan was around six, she started drinking heavy. By his eighth birthday, she was passed out in the den every night, a bottle of vodka or wine somewhere near her sprawled out body. Carl called me all in a panic a few weeks later, where he poured out most of the story.
"She said she was going to get cleaned up last year." I suppressed a laugh. "Nathan found her passed out downstairs last week, and you know what he did? He cleaned up the bottles and covered her up with a blanket, then went upstairs sobbing. The kid feels sorry for her!"