MushyMushy
Marseeya Here!
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2006
I think Magpie and I were raised by the same mother. My parents yelled til they were blue in the face, and my mother called me horrible names. The yelling is still the talk of my friends and we're in our 40s! We got spanked with the belt, sometimes the soft end, sometimes the buckle. My mother bought wooden paddles and used wooden spoons or spatulas. She broke a wooden paddle on my sister once. My mother was famous for her windmill slaps. She'd chase you around the room with her arms swinging, slapping all over the face, head and shoulders. She tried to pull that one on me when I was in my 20s and I raised my hand back and told her to just try it. That was the end of that.
And oh, the shame and guilt! According to her, my sister and I were the cause of every single one of her health problems and would be the cause of her death too. My sister was stupid and lazy, and I was a lazy.... um, tramp (that was one of the nicer terms).
Her idea of "play" was to give us "indian burns" on our arms (where you grab the arm with both hands and twist the hands in different directions -- OUCH!), or she'd hold her hand over our mouths and noses til we panicked from not being able to breathe. I remember once thinking I was going to die because she sat on my chest and wouldn't get up (she weighed 300 some pounds).
Good times.
And oh, the shame and guilt! According to her, my sister and I were the cause of every single one of her health problems and would be the cause of her death too. My sister was stupid and lazy, and I was a lazy.... um, tramp (that was one of the nicer terms).
Her idea of "play" was to give us "indian burns" on our arms (where you grab the arm with both hands and twist the hands in different directions -- OUCH!), or she'd hold her hand over our mouths and noses til we panicked from not being able to breathe. I remember once thinking I was going to die because she sat on my chest and wouldn't get up (she weighed 300 some pounds).
Good times.