My old man was a champ, saw him 3 or 4 times till I was seven, then apparently I ceased to exist. Up til I was four my Da was my hero then he burnt the house down and fucked off back to England (fair enough my gran left him, but fuck what did I do ?).
I was just an annoyance to the cunt my old girl married.
Thing didn't work out with the wife and I, young fellas don't marry ya best mate, but damned if I'm gunna desert my young bloke. I can't think of anything worse than him crying himself to sleep at night cos his dad doesn't\wont see him.
Yep ya spot on about keeping up a facade, kids aren't stupid they know.
I'll have to shut it now.