Pearoast
Me and my two older brothers were horrible hyperactive children who Mum had the challenging delight of bringing up by herself. A trip pretty much anywhere would lead to chaos and result in tears… actually just a Sunday afternoon as well. Showing off and winding up dear old Ma was what we exceeded in.

One weekend she decided she wanted to visit an old school friend in Bedford, and she took us with her. Naturally we all played up and embarrassed her, I can’t even remember what we were specifically doing. But. Mum. Snapped. She made her excuses to her friend and packed us all into the car. My brothers thought it was hilarious so were giggling like loons at Mum’s gritted teeth and pulsing vein in her forehead. After we’d been driving about 5 minutes, she calmly pulled over and announced, “right awayfromthenumbers, since you find this so funny you can get out first”. I wasn’t sure how to react so I nervously laughed, until I was shoved out of the car by my shrieking traitor siblings.

I tried to run after the car but it soon disappeared from sight. Stunned, I sat on the kerb and cried in the strange foreign town, as scary groups of teenagers walked past shouting and laughing (not at me, but, still…). After about 10 minutes my middle brother came around the corner, he’d managed to re-trace the road and find me. As he was a bit older, he knew the house number and street so we asked a nice old man in a trenchcoat directions back to Mum’s friend’s house. When we got back Mum looked a little sheepish but relieved we were back. However my eldest brother still hadn’t turned up after an hour- no surprise really given that he’d been dropped off at a petrol station on some main road on the outskirts of town. Mum felt a pang of guilt and went to find him and bring him back… happy days.

Did I mention I was a 5 year old girl at the time of abandonment? We’ve never really spoke of it since.
( awayfromthenumbers, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 15:28, 7 replies)

That is shocking
and well worth a click!
(amacupcake, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 15:51, closed)

Christ. I don't know whether to applaud your mum or find you a therapist.

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 17:14, closed)

that's a bit grim

( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 21:30, closed)

It was a bit...
She'd never done anything like that before or since. I did bring it up with her not that long ago, and she looked so mortified. We've just shrugged it off and laugh about it.
I would have done the same thing, only I wouldn't have come to pick us back up. We were a bloody nightmare!
( awayfromthenumbers, Wed 20 Jul 2011, 13:21, closed)

Kudos to your Mum.
I often threaten to abandon my kids, but they know they can always call my bluff.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 23:30, closed)

Bloody Nora...
That must have been horrid!
( SauronWibble I'll hold it, you lick it..., Wed 20 Jul 2011, 9:57, closed)

Ha! Mentally ill mums rock
My mum did (does) stuff like that coz the voices told her I'd been naughty.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Wed 20 Jul 2011, 12:54, closed)