Oh my God...
I thought my parents were bad for strictness and so on, but reading some people's stories I feel as if I've been raised in some kind of laid-back, organic hippie commune. Yeah my stories kind of suck now, but here we go...

Just to set the scene, I lived in a tiny, wee little village, that contained nothing but a few houses and farms etc. Not even a tiny shop. Very, very sleepy and quiet.
My mother decided that I was not allowed to stay alone in the house, even for a minute, until I was 14 or so, because "it was illegal and if anything happens to you while we are out, people will think I'm a bad mother and I'll have to go to prison because it is ILLEGAL!" so when my dad went over to his mother's house every day (like he still does...creepy, I know), which was just down the road, about 50 yards away, I would have to go with him if my mum was out. They both worked full time, and so every school holiday I would spend at my nan's house, within phone-hearing distance from my actual house and all the semi-amusing crap that it contained, and so I would be bored shitless in an old lady's house.
For pretty much the same reason, I was also not allowed to wait for the school bus directly outside my house alone, so my mum would stand with me (great, yeah cheers for that), waving at the other kids on the bus, until I was 16, and had obviously left school. I can't believe I'm laughing at this now btw, or that I put up with it then. Also, I'd have to go to my nan's house after getting off the school bus and spend about 3 hours there every day, until my dad came home from work at around half 5, and walked me the 50 yards back to our house. For fuck's sake, is there even time for me to be kidnapped/molested/shot in the 30 seconds or so it took to walk between the two houses?

When she found out that I was having sex with my boyfriend when I was 16, she was so angry (oh yeah...she has problems controlling her anger, i.e. she doesn't) that with her constant rage and guilt-trips, which lasted about a year, she managed to fall out with one of her close friends and her daughter, who is my best friend, just because I went to her house to escape the fury of the mothership and they got some of the fallout when she drove there to come drag me back home, also (according to my counsellor), she probably caused the obsessive neurotic disorder (cleaning and germs and crap) which I had for about two years. Thanks mum.
*sometime in the future*
"hello, is that the shady shitters fecal rest-home for the old and shitty? Yes, thats right, I'll deliver my aging mother to you on monday. She has a bit of a bad temper, so you might want to go ahead and crush up some some sedatives in her old people feeding mush. Thank you... bye!"
(Ryuken-Kai, Sun 11 Mar 2007, 17:57, Reply)