I am a dysfunctional family survivalist.

When I was eleven years old I walked through a puddle and cut my foot quite badly on a broken bottle. I hobbled home and showed my foot to my father and he offered me a beer to kill the pain – then said na your to young and he sucked it back. Luckily I had the good sense and strength to hobble over to my Grandmothers and she helped me.

I figured out years later that my dad didn’t have my best interest at heart when he told me I was to young for a beer – he just didn’t want to give one up.

What inspired this post is today my eldest son and his gal came over for Thanks given dinner and we had a chuckle about the time when he was eight and his appendices was about to burst and I figured it was just the stomach flue that was going around. Cheers!

 

woo...? and you're quite welcome.

 

Your dad offering you a beer and not wanting to give one up is NOT a dysfunctional family.

That's not even close.

It kind of irritates me that your father not giving you a beer ONE TIME is ANYWAY related to being a dysfunctional family in your head. I'm pretty much offended.

 

I wound up needing stitches in my foot – so a father that would not help his son get to the hospital because he was to busy drinking certainly is dysfunctional. As a child I didn’t go to school because my parents told me I didn’t have to and it took a court order for me to get my child hood immunization. So I certainly think my parents were dysfunctional. My point to this post was that even though I had no examples of bringing up kids – the wife and I did a great job at bringing up our 2 sons.

 

i think he was just bringing up a story of his childhood, not saying that one incident made his family dysfunctional.

 

Beer beer beer beer. [repeat 99 times