The "Freeola Customer Forum" forum, which includes Retro Game Reviews, has been archived and is now read-only. You cannot post here or create a new thread or review on this forum.
Just sitting here thinking about people I no longer see.
My grandad.
He died when I was about 7 or 8. We were at their house for Xmas. I remember waking up in the spare bedroom hearing my mum going "1-2-3 breathe...1-2-3 breathe" (she was a nurse back then). I didn't realise it at the time but he passed away that night.
I remember sitting downstairs with my mum and Sis (3 or 4 then) and Nan.
Ambulance/Police were in the living room.
Apparently he had a heart attack and died in his sleep. Nan says before they turned in for the night, he said "You'd better kiss me goodnight Dot, don't want to go without that".
Odd but 100% true.
He was cool, I remember on Xmas morning the year before, my present from him was a Weetabix box. I opened it up and it was full of Star Wars action figures, all Stormtroopers so I had enough for an army.
He used to take me into the toyshop and tell me to get anything I wanted.
And I used to stand on his slippers/feet and he would walk me around the house.
I miss my grandad but I don't remember him too clearly, and that makes me feel guilty.
My nan isn't doing too well, she's not fully aware of things more often and she needs a social worker to pop in every other day or so.
It's going to break me when she dies, I'm closer to my nan than I am anyone else in family.
My Dad.
I don't miss him at all. Rarely think of him to be honest.
My parents got divorced when I was 11.
Me and my Sis would go and stay with him every other weekend, him and his new woman.
After a few months of that, I decided that if he could walk out on his kids then I didn't want to know him and he certainly had no claim to me as his "son", so I stopped visiting him.
The last time I spoke to him, I was about 13.
15 years ago now and I'm being honest when I say that I think of him maybe once or twice every few months - if that.
It just doesn't interest me in what he's doing now.
Last I heard, he was living in France.
His dad/my grandad on his side of the family died last year.
I had nothing to do with his parents, they took sides and when you're a kid you don't understand why nan & grandad won't talk to you.
I didn't go to the funeral, meant nothing to me. Neither did he.
Shows how much he thinks of other people.
And if I see him in the street, if I even recognised him anymore, I would do my utmost to punch his lights out.
For the upset and misery he caused to my mum and sister.
For the number of night shifts my mum worked in order to pay for me and my sister to go to school/have decent clothes.
She went without a lot of things for a long time so her two kids could have a decent life.
My stepfather.
A bullying, violent psychopath.
Did time in prison for assault before he met my mum and she didn't know.
He was fine until he moved in, and then he changed.
A man that once punched me up a flight of stairs for telling him to not grab my cat.
And a load of other stuff I don't want to talk about.
It took a court order and police to remove him from our lives.
I was a scared little boy when he was around, I could do nothing when he started on my mum and sister.
But I'm not little anymore and I swear on my family if I ever meet him again I will do my utmost to kill him.
That's not exaggeration - I will try to end his life if he ever shows up again here.
It's been over a decade since he left, but my hate still flows for that man and how he treated us.
Now it's late and I'm going to bed, I just wanted to get out the thoughts in my head that are stopping me from sleeping.
01:12 and wide awake.
This sucks.
My grandad.
He died when I was about 7 or 8. We were at their house for Xmas. I remember waking up in the spare bedroom hearing my mum going "1-2-3 breathe...1-2-3 breathe" (she was a nurse back then). I didn't realise it at the time but he passed away that night.
I remember sitting downstairs with my mum and Sis (3 or 4 then) and Nan.
Ambulance/Police were in the living room.
Apparently he had a heart attack and died in his sleep. Nan says before they turned in for the night, he said "You'd better kiss me goodnight Dot, don't want to go without that".
Odd but 100% true.
He was cool, I remember on Xmas morning the year before, my present from him was a Weetabix box. I opened it up and it was full of Star Wars action figures, all Stormtroopers so I had enough for an army.
He used to take me into the toyshop and tell me to get anything I wanted.
And I used to stand on his slippers/feet and he would walk me around the house.
I miss my grandad but I don't remember him too clearly, and that makes me feel guilty.
My nan isn't doing too well, she's not fully aware of things more often and she needs a social worker to pop in every other day or so.
It's going to break me when she dies, I'm closer to my nan than I am anyone else in family.
My Dad.
I don't miss him at all. Rarely think of him to be honest.
My parents got divorced when I was 11.
Me and my Sis would go and stay with him every other weekend, him and his new woman.
After a few months of that, I decided that if he could walk out on his kids then I didn't want to know him and he certainly had no claim to me as his "son", so I stopped visiting him.
The last time I spoke to him, I was about 13.
15 years ago now and I'm being honest when I say that I think of him maybe once or twice every few months - if that.
It just doesn't interest me in what he's doing now.
Last I heard, he was living in France.
His dad/my grandad on his side of the family died last year.
I had nothing to do with his parents, they took sides and when you're a kid you don't understand why nan & grandad won't talk to you.
I didn't go to the funeral, meant nothing to me. Neither did he.
Shows how much he thinks of other people.
And if I see him in the street, if I even recognised him anymore, I would do my utmost to punch his lights out.
For the upset and misery he caused to my mum and sister.
For the number of night shifts my mum worked in order to pay for me and my sister to go to school/have decent clothes.
She went without a lot of things for a long time so her two kids could have a decent life.
My stepfather.
A bullying, violent psychopath.
Did time in prison for assault before he met my mum and she didn't know.
He was fine until he moved in, and then he changed.
A man that once punched me up a flight of stairs for telling him to not grab my cat.
And a load of other stuff I don't want to talk about.
It took a court order and police to remove him from our lives.
I was a scared little boy when he was around, I could do nothing when he started on my mum and sister.
But I'm not little anymore and I swear on my family if I ever meet him again I will do my utmost to kill him.
That's not exaggeration - I will try to end his life if he ever shows up again here.
It's been over a decade since he left, but my hate still flows for that man and how he treated us.
Now it's late and I'm going to bed, I just wanted to get out the thoughts in my head that are stopping me from sleeping.
01:12 and wide awake.
This sucks.
Page:
There have been no replies to this thread yet.
Just sitting here thinking about people I no longer see.
My grandad.
He died when I was about 7 or 8. We were at their house for Xmas. I remember waking up in the spare bedroom hearing my mum going "1-2-3 breathe...1-2-3 breathe" (she was a nurse back then). I didn't realise it at the time but he passed away that night.
I remember sitting downstairs with my mum and Sis (3 or 4 then) and Nan.
Ambulance/Police were in the living room.
Apparently he had a heart attack and died in his sleep. Nan says before they turned in for the night, he said "You'd better kiss me goodnight Dot, don't want to go without that".
Odd but 100% true.
He was cool, I remember on Xmas morning the year before, my present from him was a Weetabix box. I opened it up and it was full of Star Wars action figures, all Stormtroopers so I had enough for an army.
He used to take me into the toyshop and tell me to get anything I wanted.
And I used to stand on his slippers/feet and he would walk me around the house.
I miss my grandad but I don't remember him too clearly, and that makes me feel guilty.
My nan isn't doing too well, she's not fully aware of things more often and she needs a social worker to pop in every other day or so.
It's going to break me when she dies, I'm closer to my nan than I am anyone else in family.
My Dad.
I don't miss him at all. Rarely think of him to be honest.
My parents got divorced when I was 11.
Me and my Sis would go and stay with him every other weekend, him and his new woman.
After a few months of that, I decided that if he could walk out on his kids then I didn't want to know him and he certainly had no claim to me as his "son", so I stopped visiting him.
The last time I spoke to him, I was about 13.
15 years ago now and I'm being honest when I say that I think of him maybe once or twice every few months - if that.
It just doesn't interest me in what he's doing now.
Last I heard, he was living in France.
His dad/my grandad on his side of the family died last year.
I had nothing to do with his parents, they took sides and when you're a kid you don't understand why nan & grandad won't talk to you.
I didn't go to the funeral, meant nothing to me. Neither did he.
Shows how much he thinks of other people.
And if I see him in the street, if I even recognised him anymore, I would do my utmost to punch his lights out.
For the upset and misery he caused to my mum and sister.
For the number of night shifts my mum worked in order to pay for me and my sister to go to school/have decent clothes.
She went without a lot of things for a long time so her two kids could have a decent life.
My stepfather.
A bullying, violent psychopath.
Did time in prison for assault before he met my mum and she didn't know.
He was fine until he moved in, and then he changed.
A man that once punched me up a flight of stairs for telling him to not grab my cat.
And a load of other stuff I don't want to talk about.
It took a court order and police to remove him from our lives.
I was a scared little boy when he was around, I could do nothing when he started on my mum and sister.
But I'm not little anymore and I swear on my family if I ever meet him again I will do my utmost to kill him.
That's not exaggeration - I will try to end his life if he ever shows up again here.
It's been over a decade since he left, but my hate still flows for that man and how he treated us.
Now it's late and I'm going to bed, I just wanted to get out the thoughts in my head that are stopping me from sleeping.
01:12 and wide awake.
This sucks.
My grandad.
He died when I was about 7 or 8. We were at their house for Xmas. I remember waking up in the spare bedroom hearing my mum going "1-2-3 breathe...1-2-3 breathe" (she was a nurse back then). I didn't realise it at the time but he passed away that night.
I remember sitting downstairs with my mum and Sis (3 or 4 then) and Nan.
Ambulance/Police were in the living room.
Apparently he had a heart attack and died in his sleep. Nan says before they turned in for the night, he said "You'd better kiss me goodnight Dot, don't want to go without that".
Odd but 100% true.
He was cool, I remember on Xmas morning the year before, my present from him was a Weetabix box. I opened it up and it was full of Star Wars action figures, all Stormtroopers so I had enough for an army.
He used to take me into the toyshop and tell me to get anything I wanted.
And I used to stand on his slippers/feet and he would walk me around the house.
I miss my grandad but I don't remember him too clearly, and that makes me feel guilty.
My nan isn't doing too well, she's not fully aware of things more often and she needs a social worker to pop in every other day or so.
It's going to break me when she dies, I'm closer to my nan than I am anyone else in family.
My Dad.
I don't miss him at all. Rarely think of him to be honest.
My parents got divorced when I was 11.
Me and my Sis would go and stay with him every other weekend, him and his new woman.
After a few months of that, I decided that if he could walk out on his kids then I didn't want to know him and he certainly had no claim to me as his "son", so I stopped visiting him.
The last time I spoke to him, I was about 13.
15 years ago now and I'm being honest when I say that I think of him maybe once or twice every few months - if that.
It just doesn't interest me in what he's doing now.
Last I heard, he was living in France.
His dad/my grandad on his side of the family died last year.
I had nothing to do with his parents, they took sides and when you're a kid you don't understand why nan & grandad won't talk to you.
I didn't go to the funeral, meant nothing to me. Neither did he.
Shows how much he thinks of other people.
And if I see him in the street, if I even recognised him anymore, I would do my utmost to punch his lights out.
For the upset and misery he caused to my mum and sister.
For the number of night shifts my mum worked in order to pay for me and my sister to go to school/have decent clothes.
She went without a lot of things for a long time so her two kids could have a decent life.
My stepfather.
A bullying, violent psychopath.
Did time in prison for assault before he met my mum and she didn't know.
He was fine until he moved in, and then he changed.
A man that once punched me up a flight of stairs for telling him to not grab my cat.
And a load of other stuff I don't want to talk about.
It took a court order and police to remove him from our lives.
I was a scared little boy when he was around, I could do nothing when he started on my mum and sister.
But I'm not little anymore and I swear on my family if I ever meet him again I will do my utmost to kill him.
That's not exaggeration - I will try to end his life if he ever shows up again here.
It's been over a decade since he left, but my hate still flows for that man and how he treated us.
Now it's late and I'm going to bed, I just wanted to get out the thoughts in my head that are stopping me from sleeping.
01:12 and wide awake.
This sucks.
Page: