VA: Drunk Parents, Teenage Relationships, and a Betrayel of Trust
Mar 26th, 2007
(7 votes, average: 4.43 out of 5)
Loading ...I think I was about 14 years old when my Mother started hanging out with the widowed guy who lived across the street from the park. His name was Denny […]
Original post: Drunk Parents, Teenage Relationships, and a Betrayel of Trust
Wow…
Part two coming up, perhaps?
$10 says somebody died.
Hmm. One minute she’s dissing her elders (Only Cowards Beat Up Their Teachers) as a kid and now she’s always been a “full fledged Miss Priss…respectful to my elders”.
I think someone’s full of shit, aren’t they? Hmm? Yes they are. Yes they are.
Wow, nice, classic VA again. Looking forward to part two, hope there will be one.
hmmmm… I just wish it would rain.
this is one of the more gripping entries I’ve read. I almost rushed through it because I was so anxious to find out what happens to Daniel. Is there a part two? I feel like I’m left hanging, did his dad keep beating on him? Does he still want to kill his dad? Did you ever win his trust back, did you ever get the chance to help him, maybe save him as I’m sure you wanted to?
Well written…Yes
Inconsistent with other V as a kid posts…Yes
Feels like it should have ended with a:
“Will Batman Get out of the pit of despair?”
“Will Goldilocks suck on the wolfs’ wang?”
“Will the Hardy Boys finally have incestuous sex?”
“Tune in next week for the exciting conclusion to…Violent Acres!”
I had hoped for a more triumphant return from her stint as a drama inciter. I am lefting wishing for rain too Em.
We could probably apply this story, somehow, to the Royal Fuctards
running the ’show’ right now, but what’s the point?
excuse me… royal fucktards.
Not you V… you know I love you.
No offense the the Bush family or British or whatever kind of
royal fucktard you are… you pretty much know who you are.
sick sick sick royal fucktards fuckin’ it up for the rest of us…
but whatever I guess you are the fucktards with the divine right
to fuck up everything you do.
kinda like me.
love,
me
Royal fucktards who want to crash the whole deal so they can go to ‘heaven’… good luck with that you fucking idiots.
just kidding i hope you choke on your royal vomit.
…but live on as the vegetables you already are.
…or should i say ‘royal’ vegetables?
You don’t like broccoli? What’s wrong with you, dude?
You’re daddy piss you off?
Will Smith kicks serious ass.
Justice officials pleading the 5th…
I can’t wait to see the punchline
of this fuckin’ joke.
of… to?
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
oops… just got beat by the queen of hearts.
happens every time.
Relapse?
yep.
that is, unless we’re playin’ texas hold ‘em with jokers wild…
texas…
jokers?
hahahahahahahahahahaha
Emerild, I swear, you are one of the royal fucktards. If you ever posted anything that had to do with the actual article, I don’t know whether I’d leap for joy or die of shock.
Powerful post, V. As much as I and the rest of the people hope there’s a part 2, real life tells me there isn’t. But here’s to being an optimist!
apparently you didn’t jive w/ my definition…
I’m obviously not runnin’ the ’show’.
wildthang?????
Sounds like Denny needs a blanket party.
What is a blanket party, where do you come up with these terms?
Yeah, what’s a blanket party (for us innocents out here……..)
This is the best thing I’ve seen on the web since E said he’d stop posting. Ahhh…blessed relief in sight.
http://dresstosurvive.wordpress.com/2007/03/06/the-annoying-twat-blocker/
According to urbandictionary.com, a blanket party is:
“Usually a reaction to a long-term annoyance brought about by one person, a blanket party is where an unsuspecting person (individuals only, not on groups) is taken by surprise when a blanket is thrown over them and they are wrestled to the ground, then beaten with blunt objects by other members of the group.”
Jenny and Sunspot- your naiveté is making me question MYSELF . Am I a dirty, sketchy, skeevy unscrupulous bastard because I know all of these terms? Am I more of a dirtball because not only do I know them, but I also thought they were common terminology? Ahh, the questions have entered my head and I am sure that they will stay and swirl until I erode into a being that posts comment after comment about nothingness.
Blanket Party: basically, while someone is asleep a few people sneak in, hold down their blanket, pinning them and beat the hell out of ‘em.
Also see-
Sock Party: This variation of the blanket party involves bars of soap in a tube sock. Swinging the sock creates a big hurt but leaves very few marks. Oranges or other soft fruits are also used and are considered the more sophisticated way to beat someone in the night because not only are they more effective in beating without bruising, they also have a tendency to leave a sweet citric smell that resurfaces as emotional trauma for the recipient for the rest of their lives.
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Myroid
Thank you for the excellent explanation.
Sock Party is a military/prison special. “Full Metal Jacket” go rent it and watch. Great movie. Socks and D-batteries work great too.
I’m from the south and blanket parties are a fav. Catch someone getting home, in their car, or just about anywhere at night. Give them a good ass kicking and a cracked rib. Tell them to straighten up! You be surprised how jerk-offs respond to it.
I take it ya’ll are big gwb fans?
promoting these blanket or sock parties sounds like a nice healthy way
to deal with your anger… why don’t you just go for a long walk or something?
Maybe the internet does make people assholes.
…and if you watch “Full Metal Jacket” you’d know the end result of the sock party didn’t turn out very well.
violence begets violence… simple as that.
but than again I guess we are talking about ‘violent acres’
I prefer diplomacy.
Admin, how exactly do I delete my username again?
Today is the day for real but I need to know how to
get out of this violent acres forum… for real.
Ummm yea i watched the movie and the kid was a mental case before hand.
“promoting these blanket or sock parties sounds like a nice healthy way to deal with your anger… why don’t you just go for a long walk or something?”
I do run and lift weights for 1.5hrs x 5 days a week. No anger here bud. I just rage on GEARS of War! haha
I could get on a blog and rant pointless text to release me anger at the world. That seems to work for some people here. cough…Emer…cough…ild…cough
;-)
Why are you leaving now Em??
He’s going to save one Blog Forum at a time!
Without trying to sound trite, I was abused, or at least I thought was until I read your site. Now I think I might have been “punished harshly”, because it pales in comparison to what you have been through.
I remember it started in kindergarten (earliest I can remember anyway). My mom sitting on top of me, I was on the floor, and she would cover my mouth and nose with her hand until I passed out.
I can still remember screaming and our little wiener dogs getting all excited and biting me on the face while it was happening.
One day we were in the basement doing this, and there was a door to the back yard there, and it was left open. A small boy came in and saw what has happening and all I cound was yell at him to leave.
When I got older, it evolved into what she actually called “stomping into the ground”, because that is how it started. She would knock me on my back and then start kicking and stomping, then she would get on top of me and start choking me and spitting in my face, all they while saying “you knowwhat people do when they hate someone, they spit in your face!” and then she would spit and scream she hates me. She would continue to choke me until I passed out, and would come around to her slapping me in face and asking for an answer to a question I missed when I was out.
I remember riding home on the bus every day, with a knot in my stomache, sick with worry about what I was going to get in trouble for when I got home. I hated christmas break and never complained about being sick so I did not have to stay home.
This went on until I moved out at 18. It became less frequent when I had turned like 15, but still happened every now and then.
For a while after I moved out, she told me that if I did not forgive her for what I was doing, I was going to go to hell (yes, after she found religion when I was in the 4th grade, she started saying it was because I had a demon in me).
Now she has admitted to me while she was crying that she was wrong and asked me to forgive her, to which I told her I already had a long time ago.
I am happily married (10 years now) with two beautiful daughters, one 8 and the other (step daughter, but still my baby) 13. The only issue I have is I am not sure where the middle ground is between to easy to hard on them. They are, after all girls, and I cannot bring myself to be too hard on them.
I blamed myself when I was a kid, and now I am not sure who to blame, but it certainly is not the “worlds” fault.
I’m addicted to these stories V, it may be pretty sad and you may think I’m looking at them for entertainment, but, they really make me want to cry.
I’ve never really been abused, and I’m so grateful for that, but when you think about things that other people go through, things like these stories are telling us about, it’s so sad and people just don’t deserve it.
Thanks for opening my eyes.
Its not the physical aspects of abuse that make it so destructive, its the damage you cant see. Bruises heal after some time, but the damage to your psyche and soul self-perpetuate and grow. After a while of being abused, your abuser doesnt even need to be there, you abuse yourself.
The end result is usually pretty horrible. Most the the violently insane as well as serial killers and the like, were victims of abuse. Anyone that has been abused has their own chamber of horrors inside their head. Its not the violence that is as shocking as the cruelty it represents.
Never turn your back on a child who you believe to be abused.
“Never turn your back on a child who you believe to be abused.”
What exactly do you mean by that?
Many people turn away from a child if they believe they have been abused. If you have ANY reason to believe or suspect that a child might be sexually or physically abused, you have a goddamn responsibility as an adult to do something.
Too many take the ‘Not my problem’ route.
Ah, good. That was my first thought. I have heard far too many people suggest that abused children are forever broken and no longer anything but a threat to society. Your “never turn your back” statement made so close to talk of serial killers made me think you may have meant that.
I’m glad my first thought on your comment was the correct one. I agree with you.