A sad realization

[MR. Macabre 666]

I grew up in the House of Five Strangers. I've mentioned that I never had a conversation with my Y-donor, EVER. Pretty much the same with Mom. Maybe a couple of times, but nothing memorable. My brother was a box of rocks. I suspect he was the poster child for "social promotion". (Look it up if you don't know it.) My sister was six years younger than me and we didn't mesh at all. Different universes.

Added to the above was the belief of the Y-donor that I wasn't his kid. His in-depth knowledge of genetics (he didn't finish the fifth grade) said that his "son", the red-headed moron, was legit but I wasn't.

Just venting. He died ugly, diabetic who couldn't stay away from the circus peanuts. Mom's gone. No idea about the sibs. No caring either.

Got a good wife, my own home, and way more cats than I should have. I built the backyardigans a heated cat castle.

Shoulda stopped after "up".

I like kitty cats, wish I could have one.