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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AwfulMy parents were pretty good really, apart from my dad being a little overenthusiastic with the discipline from time to time, but the upside is I do respect authority and vow not to waste time with having children until I'm at least 30. Good times.
I did, however, go to primary school with a rather nasty girl called Anna (name changed to protect the unfortunate). She made my life something of a misery, totally bossy, unpleasant and a tell-tale to boot. Since no-one liked her and not many people liked me ('gifted' apparently, more like 'cursed') we always used to get paired together. We had many a fight until i decided I was too old to hit girls (round about 6 y/o) and our scraps became verbal, but just as nasty.
I left primary school, went to a better school and forgot mostly about her. Then I decided to do some digging, after seeing her parents in Sainsburys. There was a strict 'no parents in the school policy' which her very very unpleasant father and grossly overweight mother used to break daily, showing their ugly faces inside the school grounds. The teachers constantly chose her for every assembly, even the visiting speakers got in on the act, it was as though they were sorry for her.
I always hated this apparent favouritism, until a friend's mother, who worked in care and with schools etc spilled the beans after a drunken heart to heart.
Turns out that Anna's father had been raping her senseless pretty much every day of her childhood. from what i hear, it had continued into adolescence until she left home and moving into a squat or something. The school had suspected it for ages, but they were quants too and turned a blind eye until she went to secondary school and they realised that once people started giving a shit then maybe the abuse could be traced back to when she was at primary school. The mother did the usual turning a blind eye trick at home, just as bad as the abusers if you ask me.
Much as I hated Anna throughout primary school, I do kind of feel for her now. terrible parents. No wonder she was so obnoxious.
(, Sun 19 Aug 2007, 15:43, Reply)
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