Dead Dad, Demented Diva

Dad died. He left Mum behind, malnourished, dehydrated, unable to walk or look after herself,
and he thought he'd been taking care of her. This is the story of how I, along with my sister and wife,
tried to deal with what he left behind.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

My parents are, and always have been, fucking pigs.

I think this is why I'm such a neat freak.










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