Originally Posted by
Illuztrious
This thread is hilarious, but on the real my childhood was nothing but pettiness and is probably why I'm still somewhat bitter towards my immediate fam.
Some of the memories that stand out:
-Getting slapped because my younger brother didn't do HIS homework.
-I always looked forward to my bday because my Uncle Al would always send me $100 inside the birthday card. Back then, that was an incredible amount of money. Anyways, I noticed one year that the card had been opened then taped. I opened the card and oddly there was no money in it. I didn't trip, I was just glad my Uncle didnt forget about me. Anyways, I'm talking to him later on the phone and he's like "what did you do with your birthday money this year"? I'm like
. Turns out my moms opened the joint, took the bread and taped it back up. So I confronted her and this $$@ slapped me for asking about my $%%%@$%%#@%+! money!
-My mom's ex husband flicked my ear (that +!+# hurts!) cause I made her a sandwich with the end piece of bread. I still don't understand what's so bad about that part of the bread but that +!+# turned into an hour long discussion about me respecting my mom and all this other bs. They divorced over a decade ago and I'm grown now but he's still at the top of my "People Who I Want To Die" list.
-Got slapped for asking for seconds at a holiday get together at some friends house. The food situation at our house wasn't right so I was starving, and you know how good holiday food is.
- My mom would always threaten to send me to live with my real dad when I was little. One day she said it and I asked if could I really go live with him...got slapped.
-I got yelled at for not playing videogames with my brother. So I begin playing the games with him, he cries cause I'm too good so then I get yelled at for not letting him win. So confusing.
-In Baltimore, we lived behind a food lion. My mom would drive past it every day on her way home then make me walk to it to get dinner for that night. Oneday I didn't feel good and told her no...got slapped. Still had to go. Then I got yelled at for having to come home early the next day because I was more sick. Didn't get slapped but the verbal abuse was about equivalent.
-My mom made me cut my brothers hair one day. His dumb %$! moved while I was doing the shape up so I had to cut his hair bald. She made me stay home the next day as punishment. To this day, I have no idea what the point of making me stay home was.
-In B-More, our apartment got robbed, took everything including my videogames which was my life at the time. This $$@ slapped me and asked if I was sure I didn't have anything to do with it. I think that's about the time I stopped feeling love and compassion for my mother, and realized she was a *@!%+@# idiot.
-Got kicked out of the house at 18 and was homeless for awhile. I wish there was some gangsta story behind it but it's embarrasing because there isn't. We were LIVING in a hotel because she's a *@!%+@# idiot like I stated before, and I had decided to join the AF to get as far away from her and my brother as possible before I killed one of them or both. I signed up and she was all excited and asked me what was the first thing I was going to buy her. Confused, I looked at her and told her I wasn't buying her anything. On everything I love son, she kicked me out for THAT.
I can go on and on...I didn't live in a 3rd world country or anything but I seriously hated my childhood. I'm grown now and I've tried to forget the past and be a good son but everytime I see her I just want to slap the +!+# out of her.
Sorry for this mini vent session, some of these memories pissed me off again...
-In 3rd grade, she bought me that Snoop-Doggystyle album (my 1st album!). A few days later I got a whooping for having a tape with cusswords on it. In my mind I'm like "You bought it for me dumb %$!"!
-I really needed some school clothes one year as I was still rocking clothes from the previous two years as my growth spurt was kicking in. So I told my moms, and of course she "didn't have any money". So I come home the next day from school and we have a puppy. A very expensive puppy. One that would've equaled a decent amount of school clothes, maybe pay our rent and get some real food in the kitchen. The dog is never house trained. After about a week her and my brother lose fascination with this dog and so I have to walk it despite it not being my dog and the fact that I hate animals. This particular dog likes to take a +!+# then eat it but all that does is turn the poo into crumbs. One day the dog has some sort of problem where his poo is really wet and just splatters everywhere. He still tries to eat it and just rubs poo EVERYWHERE. I walk in from school, see the mess and just walk back out. I come home hours later and my moms is HEATED. I tried to lie and say it was my first time coming home but my @%$*%%! threw my bookbag on the couch. Anyways, I refused to clean it up and that was part of my first time getting kicked out.