Father’s words of advice.

binbag · Post by **binbag** » Sat Dec 04, 2010 5:27 pm

My father was a difficult and bitter man and there are two statements of advice he offered me when I was a young man that floored me, and I can never quite forget his chosen words.

Note....

“Difficult and Bitter

Somewhere within those two categories of human failings lies the answer behind his chosen words of advice.

Anyway¦¦.

Father's advice before marriage:

When I was a teenager and starting to show a serious interest in girls my father said to me one day;

“Now listen binbag, don't you get interested in girls and end up supporting another man's daughter !!!!!! :-2

Father's advice after marriage:

When I married, beaming with happiness, my father said to me one day;

binbag, “just you wait till the glamour wears off !!!!!! :-2

Were you offered “Fatherly advice before and/or after you married?

If you did, I hope it was supremely more encouraging than my Father’s words of advice.

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Lon · Post by **Lon** » Sat Dec 04, 2010 5:32 pm

Seems as though your father had less than a wonderful relationship with your mum. No, I received little or no advice on anything that I can remember.

Ahso! · Post by **Ahso!** » Sat Dec 04, 2010 5:41 pm

I'm totally floored that he named you Binbag. After a stunt like that I find it hard to believe you solicited any advice from the man.

My father only commented on the appearance of my girlfriends - they were all gorgeous.

Kathy Ellen · Post by **Kathy Ellen** » Sat Dec 04, 2010 6:20 pm

Ahhh, Binbag, I'm sorry about the advice your father gave you.

My Dad gave me tooooooooooooo much advice about everything, but the worse advice that he gave me was that I had to go where the man went when we married.....:-3

Huh......I was the one working and earning a paycheck. I was established in my job. My fiance wanted to move back to West Virginia and had already made the plans as to where we would live...yada...yada.

Needless to say...I did not follow my Dad's advice:wah:

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Sun Dec 05, 2010 12:05 pm

My mother used to use the phrase "suffer for beauty". Ofcourse, I used to think that she meant suffering like sleeping with hair curlers in my hair, tweezing my eyebrows, or wearing high heel shoes. Now, as I am older, I realize that the suffering is the occasional tragedies or personal mistakes that visit all our lives, and how we deal with them. Do we triumph and learn from mistakes? Do we blame others or take responsibility for our mistakes? Do we let personal loss make us bitter or make us count our blessings? Do we share our blessings with others? Do we reach out to others?

I guess it depends on how one defines "beauty".

binbag · Post by **binbag** » Wed Dec 08, 2010 3:18 pm

There were frequent arguments between my mother and father.

Both parents argued argue frequently, and I was scared stiff of him from a very young age.

He had a wicked temper and I bore the brunt of it many times and even though he was quite a short man, he filled me with fear from a very young age.

I had a hint of things to come way back around 1949 when I was five.

I remember this clearly, even the clothes I wore, particularly the camel coat with a brown felt collar I was wearing.

He was taking me to see an aunt, and as we were walking along the pavement I was chatting away to him. I lifted up my head to look at him, but he wasn’t there, he’d disappeared.

I was rigid with fright and that horrible feeling of shock permeated through my entire body, it seemed to go on for ages but probably was just a few seconds.

I looked around then spotted his head peaking out of a tenement entrance. I was so relieved to see him but extremely confused as to why he would do such a thing to me.

He liked to do that sort of thing. I’m still suffering the effects of all the frights he gave me from then on in.

The legacy our parent’s leave us can be quite traumatic at times.

Btw, his advice he offered me was not asked for.

Enjoyed reading your replies. Thank you.

bb