Bloody hell..... did we have the same father?That caused a hell of an argument when I was a child, I use to have school dinners, and when I got home we all sat down together for the family meal, one evening out of the blue while having dinner my father asked me “don't you have school dinners” yes I replied “why are you having another dinner when I only get one”, he was angry too, I pushed the dinner away and refused to eat any more, the rest of the meal was sat in silence.
The following evening I was given a sandwich, which I refused to eat and sent to my room, the following morning I refused breakfast as well, this went on for two weeks weeks, at weekends I eat very little.
So all I was having was my dinner at school and nothing else, we had rugby in the afternoon and I didn't feel very well, but I went out with the other boys, I don't remember much after that until I woke up in hospital as I collapsed on the pitch and spent two nights in hospital, I found out many weeks later social services and the police were involved, but my father never spoke of the incident again.
Looking back my father despised me for some reason in fact I think he hated me as he never praised me for anything I ever did, and we were not poor, large 4 bedroom detached house, two car family in the 60s with new cars every two years and a 30 foot sailing yacht on the Solent as well.
When he died (I was only 27 at the time) I never shed a tear or even upset, but it's weird how things went the following day a good friend at work died and I felt more for him and his family than I did for my own father and a week later I had to go to two funerals the first was my father or should I say a “coffin at a ceremony”, the following day a proper funeral that I could morn.
Apart from the big house and cars etc.
