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my aunty dangled a ring on the end of a peice of string over my belly. she says i am having a girl. all the drunk people at the party congratulated me on having a girl. my family is lacking men, so I thought it would be nice to bring a boy into the family.
there aren't many men who stay around in this family. boyfriends and husbands tend to come and go. some disappeared, leaving children behind, some were jailed, others were banished by my aunt (in a way) through some unknown powers she seems to have.
she's an opinionated lady my aunt. and a supersticious one. she is the type of lady who beleives a woman should play house all her life, and do her hair and make up moments before hubby gets in the door. and the type of lady who would buy you a house, but only to make sure she could "pop around" whenever she pleased to check up.
she gives Joe all types of "useful" advice, usually when i've turned my head. and she doesn't want the baby to take Joe's surname. it's a good catholic name, so I am surprised in a way, but Joe's not good enough for our family... largely because he has a penis. my family is like a hens nest really. everybody has their little gaggle of chicks, but the roosters are few and far between. it's high time a man headed our clan, but I don't know if it will ever happen. though her husband is still about, he's more in the background. my mother was largely raised by her sister (my aunt) and him. in those days he was a loud brutish and abusive man, with a short fuse and a firm beleif in a good back hand now and then. but somehow aunty kept herself at the top, despite taking plenty of blows around the ears and face. I'm not sure if I can explain this well. But uncle is never really needed anymore, except to discipline all the bastard children my family has produced. and discipline he does. he's still got a loud booming voice when he needs it. it frightens me even now, and takes me back to the days when I was a little girl on the end of a rant from him.
other than that, he sits back and drinks with the other invisible men. we women take over, doing all the cooking and child minding etc. now that he is retired, it's almost like he is a nobody. he has no job, no place, no importance. that's the sad thing for a man, if all he is is a provider. what happens when he no longer needs to provide?
if I have a son, I want him to be more than that. more than a brute. more than a worker. more than a sperm donor. a real man.
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Posted by knocked_up on 2007-10-14 23:48:10 | Rating: | Views: 110
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Sounds to me like that you, Joe and the baby to come, need to get the hell as far away as you can from that place..
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Posted by Wayne
on 2007-10-15 06:09:57
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