I'm not sure how, or why my mother gave birth to this gentleman, nor how he got to England, but SURELY, he and I are brothers.
After years of his [worthless] kids pissing away their lives, and his and his wife's money, time, energy and emotions, Nick Crews wrote a scathing open letter on FaceBook to his children.
Dear All Three
With last evening's crop of whinges and tidings of more rotten news
for which you seem to treat your mother like a cess-pit, I feel it is
time to come off my perch.
It is obvious that none of you has the faintest notion of the bitter
disappointment each of you has in your own way dished out to us. We are
seeing the miserable death throes of the fourth of your collective
marriages at the same time we see the advent of a fifth.
We are constantly regaled with chapter and verse of the happy,
successful lives of the families of our friends and relatives and being
asked of news of our own children and grandchildren. I wonder if you
realise how we feel — we have nothing to say which reflects any credit
on you or us. We don't ask for your sympathy or understanding — Mum and I
have been used to taking our own misfortunes on the chin, and making
our own effort to bash our little paths through life without being a
burden to others. Having done our best — probably misguidedly — to
provide for our children, we naturally hoped to see them in turn take up
their own banners and provide happy and stable homes for their own
So we witness the introduction to this life of six beautiful children —
soon to be seven — none of whose parents have had the maturity and sound
judgment to make a reasonable fist at making essential threshold
decisions. None of these decisions were made with any pretence to ask
for our advice.
In each case we have been expected to acquiesce with mostly hasty, but
always in our view, badly judged decisions. None of you has done
yourself, or given to us, the basic courtesy to ask us what we think
while there was still time finally to think things through. The
predictable result has been a decade of deep unhappiness over the fates
of our grandchildren. If it wasn't for them, Mum and I would not be too
concerned, as each of you consciously, and with eyes wide open, crashes
from one cock-up to the next. It makes us weak that so many of these
events are copulation-driven, and then helplessly to see these lovely
little people being so woefully let down by you, their parents.
Mr. Crews goes on in that manner for a number of paragraphs. And, having seen these worthless humps here too, he's dead on for 75% to 90% of people under 40, living this way!
Anyway, I'm fully onboard with his sentiment, and parents should, IMnsHO, use the tough love syndrome when the kids get too big to spank.
Go read his letter,