I hoped that was the sound of the waves lapping on the side of the boat.
My mum did the bravest thing ever by walking out on my father when I was 3. We moved back to the family home , my mum two brothers and I.
Sadly back then courts would grant access and visitation rights at the drop of a hat. School holidays, Christmas etc were all spent at "his" house, supervised by my aged Grandma and wheelchair bound Grandpa.

Two creepy episodes stand out in my childhood, and it wasn't ghosties or bad dreams. They came later.

1st episode was waking up to the sound of a child crying in the middle of the night, muffled sobbing.

2nd episode was during a sailing holiday, for some reason we ended up with two boats, usually we all slept on the one but for some reason "he" decided that he and I would spend the night alone on the boat. I read a book until it was dark, and then it came, 2nd creepy thing.

"So, what do they tell you about sex these days at school ?"

I was about 11.
I mumbled something about not being really interested and went to sleep, fitfully with one eye open.

Doesn't sound much does it dear reader, a kid crying, a caring paternal question.

I'd imagine his creepiest moment came about four years ago, when the judge sent him down for nine years.

See who's crying himself to sleep now, kiddy fiddler.
(polar69, Sun 10 Apr 2011, 13:20, 1 reply)

Yikes
big reassuring hug sent your way...
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Thu 14 Apr 2011, 6:21, closed)