Something about being home makes me angry. This strange parallel world, trapped and exiled from the rest of civilisation, so far removed from all that is normal. The shameful business of the incompetent parenting of one child, of near 19 it must be stated, is bewildering. We don't yet live in an age where the youth are in total charge but this is the state of affairs here. The wretched oaf that is the son is constantly pandered to, with no good reason for this, having failed to achieve any A-levels at college, unable and unwilling to secure a full time means of employment, the father acts like a trailblazer for the rights of a child to self determination surrounding every decision with complete support given in the face of every fucked up and deliberate road-blocking manoeuvre. At some point this should have stopped, some point around the age of four most likely, but it has continued at such a pace that it has severely alienated and overwhelmed the relationship between the frankly obnoxiously spineless father and my mother. Her lack of means for financially self sufficiency hang like a death sentence, live with the pair of idiots, possibly until the end of one of their natural lives or be stuck with near on nothing and no means to support a pair of children of her own.
The fallacy of the man which leaves him unable to see the damage he has done and continues to do each and everyday.