That ****er's made my life a lot ****tier over the last 20 years or so.... ...I even started calling myself 'Christopher'...
I know.... I guess it could have been even worse. For reasons that she never cared to share, my mother was intent on naming me Robin. My father wasn't having any of it. He wanted 'Chris'. My mother's response to that was..."Yes, but Christopher...with Robin as a middle name." I'd have been ****ing Christopher Robin Martin... My mother thought it was 'nice', but then again, she dressed me and my now deceased brother in girls' clothes when we were young kids. Not dresses or skirts, but socks and coats with flowers on them. I was having a tough enough time at school, without being Pooh Bear's best mate as well... That woman was ****ing nuts!