Discarded offspring's life.
I mentioned this week QotW to my friend Elisa, and this is what spewed forth:

"Oh, I think my mother wins 'Cunty of the Year Award 2001'.

A few years earlier, as a wide-eyed and adventurous 20 year old I packed what I deemed essential items to live off into a backpack from Millets, put the rest into my Mum's loft and spare room, and headed out into the unknown world, or Australia, as it were.

Had an amazing time, stayed too long, became an illegal alien with fake name (but that’s another story) and after 2.5 years thought it was about time I headed back to Blighty.

Now, I knew something was amiss when I arrived at Gatwick one cold and snowy February day in my flip flops and shorts. I had a killer tan, 200 marly lights and £40 to my name - my mother did not however have the jeans, jumpers, shoes or clothes of mine that I had asked her to bring.

No no, she was holding a travel blanket.

Turns out a few months after I left, she decided I was never going to come home, and frankly she could do with clearing out one of the 3 bedrooms she had in her house that she lived alone in, and well...she had given every FUCKING TRACE OF ME to a charity shop.

Clothes, shoes, books, CDs, jewellery, household items, stereo, the lot.

Needless to say I felt erased. Quite a feat to get the stuff I had in the loft out too, seeing as she had a hip replacement not so long before. She’s nothing if not determined.

Cheeky bitch then made me pay for the airport car parking, and later that night came round to my mate’s house to borrow the last £20 I had so she could go to fucking bingo that night.

Thank fuck I'd gobbled some nice 'n' smiley E earlier that afternoon.

Length – about 6 months to delete a daughter.

Bitch."
(JohabMorelli is spenging merrily away, Tue 19 Aug 2008, 16:41, 1 reply)

Bloody hell.
Yes, I think she does win.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Tue 19 Aug 2008, 16:53, closed)