Worst Sunday lunch ever. Me and my Mum and her husband of 20 years (who I haven't always gotten along with, but things have been fine over the last few years), having a nice time of it and the conversation turns to politics... now I'm a bit of a leftie and he's a devout Tory... OK. I just wasn't expecting him to suddenly start shouting personal abuse, totally out of the blue, about what a 'failure' I am, just because I expressed views about the NHS and how they laid me off and how it looks bad if the bloody Tories get in again...

This is a man I had a lot of respect for, but after today... nope. The only that stopped me escalating things was how upset me Mum was about the two of us shouting at each other...

******* family stuff. Still upset.
