I have writer's block so badly right now. I am getting over it slowly but surely. This was written at midnight last night, just because I love Kenny's family. Whenever anyone writes about his parents romantically (aside from all the the stuff about his Dad abusing his Mom, which I don't think is true at all-they have physical fights, true enough, but Carol wins just as much as Stuart if not more), they always seem to write it from Carol's pov, so I thought I'd try and write Stuart's pov. I've probably failed miserably, but please Read and Review anyway, even if it is just criticism, so that I can improve.

I'm also annoyed at myself for giving up watching South Park for Lent, so this is partially to ease my annoyance.

Sorry about the rant just then, but Abused!Kenny and Abused!Carol are such annoying clichés for me.

I own nothing. South Park, and all it's glory, including characters are © to Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

Dear Carol,

It's Valentines' day, and you're pissed off with me. Actually, that's a dumb thing to say: You're always pissed off at me; for getting shit-faced drunk and puking all over the floor, or for not being able to hold down a job, or God only knows what else. But today you're even madder than normal. You're not screaming at me, or hitting me, or whatever. You woke up, looked straight at me, and walked out without a word. You won't leave me though-you've threatened to, loads of times, but you never actually have. I doubt you ever will either.

I'm sorry for forgetting. I don't for the life of me know why you care so much about it, or what you were expecting, seeing as we have even less money than normal, but I'm sorry for it.

You deserve better than this, Carol, you really do. You deserve to live in a huge mansion, like the one the Black family live in, with a car as big as a bar, and everything else you've ever wanted, not stuck here, in a "house" that me and Gerald built when we were kids, which is falling to pieces, with a broken pick-up truck on the lawn, and three children, two of them born before you were even legally an adult. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me: Getting a 12 year old pregnant, at aged 20 is a horrible thing to do. But it didn't feel like it.

Carol, I love you. I know I never say it, but I do. I love you so fucking much it hurts (actually, so does my eye from the other day, but whatever, it led to good make-up sex). I've loved you from the second I saw you, when you were a little kid, wearing a too-short skirt, and Mary Janes. Please know that. Whatever I do, or say, that will always be true. You might be a bitch, but you're my bitch, and that's how I like it.

I'd better go-Kenny's just resurrected, and is bleeding out of his head.

Hope I remember to give you this at some point

Stuart

P.S: Shit-the rest of the ceiling in Kenny's room just fell in. Goddamnit.