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It was a psychological duel with my parents' other child. The damage is that we do not speak, her spawn does not speak to me or my sons, and my sons do not speak to them, and, of course, I don't speak to her spawn.
I have also been "robbed" of items that were directed be given me by a judge. I accept responsibility for my part of this tragedy, and would love for my sons to have pleasant relationships with them. I would also like the things that were stolen by their contempt of court. As far as reconciliation, I have less than 0 interest.
8 years ago. Rating: 7 | |
I was a kid [13] and was assaulted severely ... I did NOT want to fight against this particular perpetrator but eventually was forced to or I would likely have been murdered ... I ended up kicking her iunder the chin and knocking her out. My mother succeeded in stoving in my right skull and breaking my right mandible clean through as well as nearly breaking my neck. I suffer pain from this every day of my life. That is the night I left home. I forced a friend to re-set my jaw not knowing how badly it was hurt. 7 years later I was in such agony I wanted to die. I attempted to self-medicate with street heroin and hashish which really did not help at all. It was by sheer chance that I was steered to the right doctors who took another 7 years to help me re-set my jaw and reconstruct the side of my skull that had been stoved in. My neck has been horribly screwed and is horribly arthritic. I did not go to police as it was a time when kids were not taken seriously and I felt guilty about having her busted and my siblings ending up in foster care... so I went up to the tarsands [1972] and lied about my age saying I was 17 and scored a job working as a dishwasher at the Peter Pond hotel.
So it wasn't really a fight, it was me being assaulted by my deranged mother. She beat the hell out of me with the telescopic connector for her electrolux vaccuum cleaner ... if you can believe that. It blows my mind to this day.
8 years ago. Rating: 6 | |
Here's what happened ... a novella ...
I had been invited to a sleepover 3 doors down where my friend-neighbour lived and her little cousin was visiting. The adults were having a bonfire party in the backyard while we 3 girlies were confined to the house where the mom had put one of the stereo speakers in the window so we could have a sock-hop. They were playing the music really loud.
Unbeknownst to me .... my mother was up the street at our house getting in a stew about how loud the music was. I'll never forget... it was Creedence Clearwater Revival. I should mention here that the adults who were having the party were mostly members of a not so savoury crew of bikers known as the 'Rebels' and 2 of them were my little friend's brothers.
So, my mother ends up coming over to the house I was at and freaking out about how loud it is and while she's doing this she suddenly just snapped! My friend's mom just stood there with her mouth hanging open while my mother grabbed me by my beautiful long hair and dragged me... yes dragged me because in my surprise I lost my footing.... so she dragged me by the hair across all the front lawns to her doorstep where she dropped me because I was making a strange noise as my neck was being nearly broken. She hoisted me up by my pants and pushed me into her house where she continued to assault me all the while screaming about them smoking weed! I had no idea what 'weed' was other than weeds in the garden so I thought she had completely lost her mind... which indeed she had.
I finally got away when I knocked her out but I thought I'd killed her so I stayed long enough to revive her and when she came around she jumped up and called the cops!!! I buggered off out the front door and never looked back.
Lindi, I will be up in your neck of the woods in a couple of weeks. My daughter and I are spending a day kayaking in Cowichan Bay ... and shopping and eating vegetarian yummies. Yay for us!
This time, I will spot a Sasquatch or an alien, whatever comes first :)