The day my mum realised I wasn't her little boy anymore.
I was eighteen and I had a motorbike. After a nasty little accident I was in hospital. My parents turned up to find me laying semi concious. I must have looked like a scene from some sort of horror movie. There I was covered in blood, in my hair and, well every where down to my waist was red. My chin had a cut across it. My bottom lip was ripped open and I had four teeth missing.
The first thing I said to my mum, who Was trying to not show how upset she was "It's ok I've got clean pants on" I found out it was possible that she could half giggle and half cry at the same time.
Go forward two days. I'm stitched up and still groggy and uncoordinated. I have thirteen stitches in my face and an arm in plaster. I'm being discharged to go home. My Girlfriend Donna is there too. and I need help to get dressed. Mum pulls the curtain round and says she'll help me get dressed. Then I say "I want Donna to help me" Such a small sentence that meant nothing to me at that time. I have found out since was the point my mother realised. Her first born, Her little soldier and only son. Didn't need her anymore.
(Pill Popper Thank you Sasha Shulgin, Sun 14 Feb 2010, 13:27, 2 replies)

or was it more didn't need her and her alone, anymore?

( Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Mon 15 Feb 2010, 13:00, closed)

It's true what they say,
Your son's a son till he finds a wife,
Your daughter's your daugther for the rest of your life.
(robbersdog, Mon 15 Feb 2010, 16:15, closed)