Terrible ParentingMy parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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I got a Mars Bar for my stepmother - bloody good swap, that!I wish!
Let's see...
Stepmother from hell - check.
Useless dad always away at work - check
Three bitchy older sisters - check.
I had a great time as a kid. A stepmother who belted crap out of me daily, not for things I'd done but for what I hadn't done but should have! I have plenty of scars from various implements, and would get more beltings if I tried to avoid the first one.
Dad was a university lecturer, and always away. She was luverley when he was at home, but hell-spawn when he was away. If I complained, she'd smack me around when he left. Iron bar, cricket bat, all fair game.
Long story short - I left home at 12, and came back at 17 when I had grown up and filled out. Scared her that much that she pissed herself quite literally. That gave me a warm inner glow and I got on with life. Aaaaaah!
She's got cancer now, and is a withered pathetic husk of a person. I giggle when I see her. Tee hee hee. Oh yes, tee hee hee!
(back away slowly and don't make eye contact)
(, Mon 20 Aug 2007, 23:48, Reply)
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