Mother micro controlled everything in a way I cannot describe to any one.
Except you.
I sat still, silently, trying to be invisible.
I fell down the stairs top to bottom, heavily, bruised, l shook. She smiled.
I was about 8. I knew. I was on my own.
She crushed any joy, couldn't bear me to smile.
Never told me or guided me about girl stuff. When a period came I thought I was bleeding to death.
The stupid ***** had told me nothing.
She made me terrified of the world.
She monitored toilet habits and the amount of toilet roll I used. Said I used too much. That made her angry.
Mother told me she hated me. Hated being in the same room as me. Said I made her feel sick. Told me I stank. I would scrub myself in the bath to get rid of the 'smell'.

Mother abandoned her first born in whom she had no interest.

She destroyed the person I should have been and for that I hate her.

Hard to understand isn't it, when you get your own child and feel that deep unconditional love. You realise how helpless, powerless a small child is.
And wonder, what type of evil creature treats her own child so badly?

OH YES THAT RAGE IS FIERCE


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