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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I have really umm-ed and arr-ed over this.You see my childhood was ok-ish, nowhere near as bad as some of the stories I have read.
My mum and dad split when I was a sprog, Im to young to remember them ever being together. For 9 years or so, my dad was a typical weekend dad. Doing all the fun things part-time dads do. This lasted until he re-married and then basically due to being a pussy decided not to fight my step-mums decision that we shouldnt see each other. between the ages of about 12 to now I have seen him less than 10 times and have about 3-4 xmas and birthday cards. My mother re-married (step dad 1 was ok to me) when I was about 8 had a child (more of him later) then divorced again and remarried for a third time and had two more kids. She is now happily living in New Zealand having left me with my grandmother aged about 19. I like to think this has made me the fiercely independent, self sufficient person. So I am not bitter I just dont like any of my parents that much, there are too many issues.
My mum however, had a truly terrible childhood. Her father sexually abused her and my aunt from puberty till he left. Despite having a well paying job he gave them fuck all and pissed all his money up the wall on private jets and fuck knows what else.
She has really tried to be a good mother to me and by and large was ok. She has serious issues and depression which she has had millions of pounds worth of counseling for but I think there are just too many scars. My eldest brother however really had it tough. Due to her hate for step dad 1. She just couldnt do or say anything positive for my bro. Her thinly veiled disdain for him have really had an affect. He is basically autistic but not in the medical sense just because during his most formative early years he had nobody saying anything nice to him. I am ashamed to say I didnt do more and probably in the end made it worse by following and step dad 2 using him as the family whipping boy, not in a physical sense. I dont know if it was just me being a git of a big brother but I still feel ashamed for not intervening.
He now lives with step dad 1 and he is verging on being a normal child, my mother says she misses him.
Well that was fun to put in words.
(, Wed 22 Aug 2007, 13:36, Reply)
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