Wah.
As ive mentioned before (not that anyone cares),
my mother tried kidnapping me when i was about 8. The day before we were in blackpool eating dinner when she stormed out causing a big search for her though she had taken me to an Ann Summers shop during the day (I had to sit on a massive shoe whilst she went into the over 18 section).

She had found out that we all wanted to live with our father (a decision i now regret) and decided to take me away. She was crying all over the place after interviewing us all and then grabbed my wrist announcing we were going out.
I didn't really know what to do but knew i definitely didnt want to go with this mad crying woman. I had no choice but to follow her reluctantly, crying myself.
When we got near to the car she told me that:
"We're going to your Grandma's, i'll pick your clothes up later."
I remember screaming but still getting into the car (i was 8, i seriously didnt know what to do).
The car journey was awful; my mother was crying whilst asking me why i wanted to live with my father over and over again. I thought we were going to crash into a lake or something - she scared me that much.
Anyway half way down to my grandma's my mother was all like "OH YOU WANNA GO TO YOUR DAD'S? I'LL TAKE YOU THERE THEN."
She did.
She took me to the friend's house where he was working on their computer and made me get out of the car, sodden with tears, and knock on the door myself and ask for him.
A teenage boy answered the door with a questioning look but still went and fetched him.
He came outside and they started arguing, my mother gritting her teeth saying "Get in the car Vicky."
I didnt and spent the rest of the day crying on my dad's knee as he fixed the guy's computer. He called for my brothers to come and their friend generously paid for the bus fare.

Sorry about the length :[ I've probably bored you to death.
I have more posts to come.
(I've got the clap has some cool sentence here, Fri 17 Aug 2007, 17:07, Reply)