03-30-2011, 08:50 PM
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Infamous Member
How Do You Identify?: I usually just poke it with a stick.
Preferred Pronoun?: Bitch
Relationship Status: Intertwined deeply
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: We're all a little mad here.
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Pixie
I was a hellion to say the least....
My mother and I fought all the time....and she would get into this rage and always end it with well get out of my house....or don't do it under my roof, etc.... So I would walk away and leave. I started that at 2. And it was pretty much a regular occurrence.
I didn't like that my parents smoked so I would hide packs upon packs under the recliner, in pots and pans... especially if I was the one to put groceries away.
I resented that my parents were never home so I would give the babysitters hell and get my brother to conspire with me to make them quit.
And I was all about locking my brother out of things....the car, the house, the bathroom, yadda yadda....
Thank goodness I woke up....and now I think they are getting me back for it all!
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Yeah, I had trouble like that with my mom.
She made it very clear from an early age that I was a pure accident and totally unwanted. She was very cruel and abusive when I was a kid, up until my 20s. Luckily she's mellowed and actually acts like a mom now. Unfortunately, even though I love her to death and I like the mom-daughter time that we have now, I will never respect that woman.
My dad, however, had always wanted kids and was a really great dad. Well, other than the fact that he wanted a boy so I was (literally) raised as a boy. But that's a whole other story.
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