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I was out to dinner with my father at one of the fancy shmancy restaurants that all the local politicians went to (my dad was a judge) he looked around the room & said to me "Mel, half these women in here want to fuck me." My father left my mother's fathers funeral because
He was wearing one black sock and one blue sock and that just couldnt happen in his world. When my brother was a teenager and skipped school, my aunt who was watching us because my mom & stepdad were on vacation called my dad. He left work, came over and screamed to my brother
"I've put better (n word plural) in jail than you." My father had an affair on my mother then married the woman. He had a nun call my mom to tell her my dad wanted an annulment so he could get married in the Catholic church. My mom hung up the phone and was crying. I called my
Dad at work and told him he was a son of a bitch for doing that to my mom after he had the affair. Yes, I was pretty feisty and real since birth. We had 2 phone lines as a kid, one for the kids and one for my mom and stepdad. My dad hung up on me and called my mom back on
Her line and said "your daughter just called my mother a bitch." The man couldnt fathom that his child called HIM a son of a bitch. He was perfect. When my parents got divorced my father would take us shopping every weekend. We had to have all the latest designers. We didn't
Want them, that is just how he was.
He wouldnt pay full price and he loved to show people his latest "designer " whatever, knowing full well, it was a knock off. For one birthday he gave me a "Cartier" watch; he had just gotten back from Chicago. I knew the watch was fake, but
He wouldnt pay full price and he loved to show people his latest "designer " whatever, knowing full well, it was a knock off. For one birthday he gave me a "Cartier" watch; he had just gotten back from Chicago. I knew the watch was fake, but
He would never admit it. I wore it, it was nice, but at Christmas my stepbrother said "wow, I love your watch." I looked at him and said "oh, it's a knock off, probably like 25 bucks at a flea market." If looks could kill, I would have been dead that night, my dad was pissed.
My dad's store was TJ Maxx. It was newer to our area in the 80s. My dad would take us there and tell us to get whatever. Then when he dropped us off at home he told us to get some of our older clothes that still looked nice so he could take them to a local soup kitchen. I kid you
Not. We were young, we thought he was taking them to a shelter. One day as my sister & I were perusing the racks at TJ Maxx we saw my sister's mauve sweater, the mauve striped sweater with the tiny stain on it & our jaws dropped. Come to find out my dad was retagging our old
Clothes and taking them back to TJ Maxx with the tags on them from the new clothes he just bought us. I wish I was kidding. This was my father, I knew it was horribly wrong, but what do you even say. After talking to my stepbrother and sisters, I found out that their mother had
Them retagging stuff. She is a straight up witch. They had a whole system going and it was sickening. Sickening to a 13yr old to think her father could do this. We saw my father every week after they got divorced & one day when he was screaming at my brother for something
Else he felt my brother did wrong, I stopped him and said "what about TJ Maxx, dad?" All the blood drained from his face. I went down the list of all the things I knew and he just said " well, I'll have to talk to Nancy about that." Nancy is my step monster. The man took no
Responsibility for anything! We never found anymore of our clothes hanging on the racks. I would like to think he stopped, but I doubt it. People loved my father. He was Judge Jakubowski the Jackhammer. Do as he says not as he does. My father was also a racist. I heard the N word
From my grandma, his mom, often. She was a devout Catholic, went to church every day and she loved her only 3 grandchildren, me and my brother and sister, but she was very prejudice and she worried about everything. In her eyes my dad was baby Jesus himself. He originally joined
The seminary, but realized that gig wasnt for him when he met my mom. My mom grew up very wealthy in Birmingham in the 50s. Even though my mom is brilliant and awesome, I'm sure it was her family's status that most impressed him. My mom was the polar opposite of my dad. In high
School a group of girls asked her if she wanted to join the "cashmere club " it was a group for girls who owned something like 20 cashmere sweaters...super deep. Instead my mom dyed her hair, shaved her eyebrows (she still regrets that) wore a lot of black & took the bus to
Detroit in her teenage years to watch Motown acts in the city. She wasnt a Birmingham gal. I was raised til I was 10 by 2 very different parents & I have a little bit of both of them in me. My dad had too many issues to count but he was very funny & had a crazy sense of humor.
The one thing I truly appreciated about him. My mom was & is awesome & I've told her many times that she was lucky she could divorce my dad, but sadly I still got stuck with some of his genes;) ha! My father disowned me when I was 25 because he found out I was pregnant with a
Bi racial child. Oh the horror. I didnt care. I told myself I would love my boys unconditionally in ways my dad couldnt love me and I did and my boys were my greatest gifts ever. A year after having Jory my grandfather died and my dad saw Jory for the first time at the funeral.
My dad thought he was precious, how could you not, he was;) hate to say this, but I keep it real, I think my dad accepted him because as a baby Jory was so light, he really looked white. Guess my dad figured he could handle it. It's so messed up.
My father and I had a strained relationship to say the least. I was to follow in his footsteps and be a lawyer. He was supposed to pay for my college but getting the money every semester was like pulling teeth. Finally, I went to him my second year & got out all my frustrations.
He cried, like I've never seen him cry. He told me "he fucked up." I'll never forget those words. He said "if he died now, he would be okay." I was hoping that conversation would change him, it didn't. I dropped out of college shortly after. My father got early
On set dementia while he was still a sitting judge. His peers must have known but were either too cowardice or told corrupt themselves to say anything, he got caught up in something locally with a court deputy that he released in the middle of the night from jail on a drunk
Driving charge. It hit the local papers and that's when he decided to retire. At his retirement party that I didnt attend, he was asking where the Pope was. He just knew the Pope would come to his party. I heard from my sister it was bad. My son had a school concert and that took
Precedence over his party. My father died at in the hospital after 6 mos in hopsice. I'm tweeting this long thread today because I'm exhausted. I've only scratched the surface of my dad, but Trump reminds me so much of my father. I see so many similarities. Trump has got to go!
