When my mum saw my tattoo for the first time:
i was 22 and had hidden it from her for ages but she caught a glimpse when I was sleeping on the sofa at xmas...

Mum: *Sharp inhalation of breath* "You stupid, stupid boy... WHAT HAVE you DONE! Why? Why would you... No don't put it away, let me see it! Come here and show me what you've done to your body!"

*Examines by now a well healed and OK looking tattoo*

"Scarred! You're scarred, scarred for life! LOOK AT IT! How could you! Why would you do that to your self? Hmmm? WHY!?


Me: Wel...

Mum: WELL? WELL!? don't you DARE "WELL" ME!! (my mums great at this - she used to scream questions at us for ages and then go silent and just stare at you until you dare say something and then she'd carry on screaming like fuck... I never did learn not to say anything either)

*Mum's eerily calm now and probably beginning to question her parenting skills (totally unjustified) and to blame herself for my (in her eyes) utterly abhorrent behavour*

Mum: You should be ashamed of yourself. Well, what do you have to say for yourself? Why have you done that to yourself? Hmmm?

Me: It's cool! and me and Kester both got one! (I'll grass on any cunt to my mum if I think it'll get me out of trouble)

Mum: Ha! And if Kester put his hand in fire would you do it aswell?


*At this point I have to shake my head and look down... I just had to. It was the completely natural thing to do - like a survival instinct I knew I had to appear to be sorry or this could go on forever*

And then the worst bit....

The bit that actually makes me FEEL sorry... When, almost to her self, she very quietly says:


"I'm really disappointed in you.......... . . . . . . . . . . . ."
(aroe_m0rre, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 20:36, Reply)