I’m not gonna go over all the bad shit, I just can’t deal with some of the things she told me right now. Although I do want to go and rip my stepdad’s throat out even more than before. I thought that was impossible but no, if it wasn’t for karla and philip, I’d be in preston right now hunting him down. But moving swiftly on..
We were reminiscing about mum, and it turns out that she was half mexican. Pretty cool, and now I know, it seems really obvious looking back. It turns out gran had an affair after her first two children, with some mexican who was a coal worker. And had mum. She got away with that affair, then ended up divorcing her husband and marrying some other guy who was in the army. So she had to buy him out of the army, and in the end he ran off with some other woman, but not before they’d had another kid, my uncle andrew. Not that my uncle chris (second child) will ever admit it. He stands by the fact that mum had the same dad as him and uncle stuart, despite the fact she looked completely different from all of them. God only knows why. So that means me and jo are a mix of mexican, irish, scottish, and english. Quite a mix. The english and mexican are from mum, and the irish and scottish are from dad. I wish my mexican would come out when I’m in the sun, but no, I just burn thanks to dad’s side. Ah well. Mum used to speak spanish to us, so we’re going to learn it together, which will be awesome.
They were the worst three days of my life. That’s a lie, let me amend that to ‘those were the worst three days of my school college acedemic academic career.’
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hahahaha he knows about Tumblr….
Just pointing out he said he wouldn’t ‘normally’ do it, not that he wouldn’t ever.
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You have your mother’s eyes.