oldngray
nowhere special
Sounds like my dad. We would argue and he could never admit he was wrong. If I started winning the argument he would get mad and tell me to shut up.It’s all good it’s just really worn on me over the years. The man would never admit he was wrong even when he so clearly is. There’s always an underhanded mumble under his breath as the last words to make him feel he’s right.
I mean when my wife miscarried you could hear him mumble “well that stuff happens when you wait so long to have kids” it’s like he can’t have a silent thought to himself.
He died in '81. I didn't live near him then but he knew he was dying and I was able to spend some time with him just before the end.