Ahh, the mother
My mum, on the other hand, is different from my dad. My mum is a very strong person, and my dad, very weak. So when they married, it probably wasn't going to last. When she started having an affair with my primary school teachers husband, he turned a blind eye. When she became a raging alki, same thing. Mum beating the living arse off of me? Did he notice? Did he fcuk! He did what any chickenshit would do and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. At 7, I learned to cook, clean, lie and lob bottles over the railway line so no one found them.

I would wake my brother in the morning, get him dressed, washed and fed, make his lunch, then take him to school. I would then walk home, make sure mum hadn't choked to death on her own vomit and then clean the house. When she woke up, make her happy then collect brother, make his tea, sort him out for the night and then put him to bed. I would be awake as long as my mum, get my beating, clean up her shit, piss and vomit, put her to bed then sleep in my brothers bed with him, so that if she was prone to a night rage, she'd get me instead of him.

It took my grandmother to persuade my dad to rescue us. He took my brother and set up a home for them, leaving me with a highly Christian nana.

My mum cleaned her act up by being sectioned before entering rehab. I love her to pieces and she's my best friend but she's still a mental old bitch in her way!

When I did start living with my dad a few years later (around 11), I continued to raise my brother, ensuring he had food to eat, clean clothes and went to school as my dad had let things slip. The thing is, being a big sister is the best thing ever and I got (and still do) to be there for my brother in loads of ways. Bullies at school? No problem Little Bro, I'll get the lads and sort it out! Girlfriend cheated on you? Where's my crowbar, I'm breaking knees tonight! He's 17 now, a stay at home with no job but I honestly believe I've done the best I can in the circumstances, and I'm still trying today. Hear that dad? Now THAT is fucking parenting!! Not fucking off for weeks at a time to watch football, leaving no food, money or the lecky key. Not pissing off with your secret girlfriend. Not ignoring things and hoping they'll go away. Not letting him take drugs, or skive, or drink till he's comatose, and making me be the bad guy all the time.

I'm not worried about ending up like my parents, because I raised myself, and my brother, and I did a pretty shithot job!
(missc, Tue 21 Aug 2007, 2:20, Reply)