My parents were never very good at dealing with the tough times, it was always aunty or nan who stepped in. Thanks for putting up with my nonsense. And I guess my bro will find his own solution. And I didn't think things would ever be calm again between me and my parents. I don't want to jinx things though. And I call my step dad, dad. He was the one who cooked me tea when mum worked late at the bar. Even if I did moan that shortcrust pastry wasn't my favourite. He taught me how to ride a bike. Took us cycle runs on Sunday. Worked extra to fund our hobbies. He gave us lectures if we fought with our friends. He provided everything we needed. My father was absent. Too wrapped up in himself. My mum was right that I was settled in a home. My father just showed out of the blue, disrupting my equilibrium. But I can't change what's done. And I won't ever talk to him again. It's not a hard choice, the decision could only go one way really.