Very, very few of you know much about me outside of my activities on the TMF and on the fetish scene, and I don't think more than two or three of you know anything about my family.
When I was very young, to the tune of 2 or 3 years old, my father left my mother and I. I saw him once when I was 6 years old, at a bowling alley - he had come to see my mother. He came around periodically to visit her (I can only imagine for one thing
) but never to see me. Once, I called him and asked him if he could take me to Sahara Sam's (roughly the equivalent oftoday's Chuck E Cheese's) the next day, at 1:00. He promised to take me at 1:30. The next day, he never showed up - didn't call, didn't visit, probably didn't even remember.
When I was 18, I hunted him down at his place of work. I asked him where he'd been, why he never called, and why he lied so much. I told him I was going into the Army, and he refused to believe it. I wasn't upset about his lack of involvement with me - I was angry because my mother still loved him, and I wanted to see her smile again. I put my mother's phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. I made it very clear to him that he was to call my mother - end of story.
He did, and they were in contact for a few months before he started the lying bullshit all over again. He dropped off the face of the planet not too long after that, and we were back to the same old crap.
Here we are, four years later, and my phone rings. It was my mother.
Mark Salvatore ******* (last name removed - Salvatore is his middle name) died somewhere between Wednesday and Saturday this past week. He was found in his apartment yesterday afternoon. No cause of death has been determined.
As the tile of this thread explains, I don't know how to react. Most people would cry, or het angry or upset. But, for some reason, the only two things that this situation makes me think are that it's a damn shame I didn't get the opportunity to punch his lights out before he died, and that I hope I can keep his gun collection.
And I don't feel like I'm thinking anything wrong.
Anyway, to bring this post to a close, I'm not upset. I'm not sad, angry, or anything. It's just a big piece of news that's very close to home. I just made it very clear to my mother that before he's creamated, I want to know why he died, that's all.
Mark
When I was very young, to the tune of 2 or 3 years old, my father left my mother and I. I saw him once when I was 6 years old, at a bowling alley - he had come to see my mother. He came around periodically to visit her (I can only imagine for one thing
) but never to see me. Once, I called him and asked him if he could take me to Sahara Sam's (roughly the equivalent oftoday's Chuck E Cheese's) the next day, at 1:00. He promised to take me at 1:30. The next day, he never showed up - didn't call, didn't visit, probably didn't even remember.When I was 18, I hunted him down at his place of work. I asked him where he'd been, why he never called, and why he lied so much. I told him I was going into the Army, and he refused to believe it. I wasn't upset about his lack of involvement with me - I was angry because my mother still loved him, and I wanted to see her smile again. I put my mother's phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. I made it very clear to him that he was to call my mother - end of story.
He did, and they were in contact for a few months before he started the lying bullshit all over again. He dropped off the face of the planet not too long after that, and we were back to the same old crap.
Here we are, four years later, and my phone rings. It was my mother.
Mark Salvatore ******* (last name removed - Salvatore is his middle name) died somewhere between Wednesday and Saturday this past week. He was found in his apartment yesterday afternoon. No cause of death has been determined.
As the tile of this thread explains, I don't know how to react. Most people would cry, or het angry or upset. But, for some reason, the only two things that this situation makes me think are that it's a damn shame I didn't get the opportunity to punch his lights out before he died, and that I hope I can keep his gun collection.
And I don't feel like I'm thinking anything wrong.
Anyway, to bring this post to a close, I'm not upset. I'm not sad, angry, or anything. It's just a big piece of news that's very close to home. I just made it very clear to my mother that before he's creamated, I want to know why he died, that's all.
Mark
