When I was fourteen I knew I was in bother when, walking home from school, I saw the mother standing at the gate, arms folded and mouth like a cat's bottom...
She took me by the hair...dragged me into the kitchen and told me that my dad had found a French Letter in the garden and what did I know about it! Was it anything to do with me?!!!
Being really green and innocent I replied....It can't be Mum....we don't do French in school so I can't write in French.....
I got a slap and spent the evening locked in the outside loo for my insolence....
Is it still the name for a condom? I guess it was back then but it must have been some time before I realised why I spent hours in the locked loo for not being able to write in French......☺
Ummm...last year I found out that my mother had done something horrid years ago that affected me and that she should have put right.....it was evil, nasty and mean....and now can't be undone.
Now I visit less often and for shorter periods.....and I can only thank her for teaching me how not to treat your children....
What your Mum did Gness was truly awful. My Mum did an awful thing to me when I was 17, the main reason why I left home. I still came back though 30 years later when she became ill and unable to take care of her self. I still wonder why.
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