I was brought up in a "normal" home with a mum and a dad
looking back, they loved me and cared for me.
I turned into a complete asshole at about the age of 15
ran away from home, not before telling my parents that I thought they were the assholes
I did return a few weeks later, cos me mates mum got me on the phone with them
She was probably sick of me bludging off of her
things weren't the same after that cos I got into drugs
ended up leaving home at 17
left the country at 21
ok, ok, I'm a Kiwi, there I said it! (explains alot doesn't it)
I am an Australian citizen though
one way ticket to Brisvegas
then onto the Gold Coast
there I met Mrs BCB
I was still an asshat, just a handsome one
one of the many reasons I never wanted kids was that I didn't want a mini me
cos "me" was a self centered drug taking asshole with no respect for pretty much anyone else
I never kept much contact with my folks after I left home at 17
over the years it's been Mrs BCB's encouragement that has got me back talking with them
now we talk via google hangouts or skype every few months
they are both in their eighty's, so I imagine I will be going back to Un Zud for some funerals in the not to distant future
"The living years" by Mike and the Mechanics sometimes brings a few tears to my eyes and I'm sure I will cry at their funerals
but cos I was such a self centered twat for so long, and I now live 4000 klm away, our relationship can never be any different