Abandonment Issues
-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.


-Also, my brothers took a dislike to my Dad’s partner on their (my brothers’) first visit, so shot down her prize winning garden with bb rifles. They were wordlessly driven 200 miles back home.

- My eldest brother called me a Spaz. I said no wonder he’d never had a girlfriend. He threw a plate at the wall. We didn’t speak for 4 years.
( awayfromthenumbers, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 10:49, 8 replies)

you sound like
right little shits
( shitkicker, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 13:33, closed)

That we were. I'd like to clarify that we're all fairly normal and get on famously now we're grown up.
( awayfromthenumbers, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 14:01, closed)

Nowadays you'd have asbos
and your mum would have been on some child abandonment list somewhere
( shitkicker, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 14:14, closed)

Too true!^^^
Also, in reply to the OP, that last thing about not speaking for four years is a bit silly, no? How old were you?
(ConanTroutman thought we would free the vulture, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 14:48, closed)

Oh noes ,I thought all posts would show dysfuntional families, as "Family Feuds" isn't a pretty topic.

I was in late teens, but he went to live in Oz and I went to Uni so I didn't see him anyway for a couple of years. It was muchly silly but stubborness coupled with distance is not a good remedy to get over pettiness.

Shitkicker: *ahem* just think, if we'd been awarded glorious ASBOs or Mumsy had been put on a child abandonment register, we'd never have got to the point where we all got on. Don't be quick to write people off chap.
( awayfromthenumbers, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 15:17, closed)

You've got me all wrong!
It was more a comment on modern day society relying on the police and the courts system to parent their children through asbos and the like rather than actual parenting.... but that's another story...
( shitkicker, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 15:22, closed)

haha
my mother did that once. Let me out at the nearest motorway station and pretended to drive off. I'd disappeared of course by the time she came back. I'mn impressed you managed to find your way back though!
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Tue 17 Nov 2009, 16:41, closed)

Somewhere
there is a photo of me running after a car on the side of a mountain road. The look of sheer terror on my face is quite funny. My sister took it out of the back, I think, or even possibly from next to me, knowing there was no disastrous misunderstanding.

I'd gone for a piss in the bushes.
( morrybyte made a subtle namechange at, Wed 18 Nov 2009, 12:14, closed)