My mother:
Cheated on my dad with my best friends dad when I was around 7/8,
and was supposed to leave me Dad for him, however they got back together.
Things seemed okay for a while after that.
Whilst I was around 13, my mother was cheating on my Dad who at that point worked nights, all the time. I don't know whether it was with multiple men, or the same one or two, but it was definatley happening. I once went downstairs to get a drink, for my mum to rush to the door of the living room in her dressing gown, blocking view from inside the living room, and told me to go back to bed.
Another night, it must have been a few weeks later, I went into the living room, and she, her best friend, a random man, and my old best friends Dad were sat in there, and they were all possibly drunk, and my mum said "Do you want a chinese sam, lets go to the chinese."
So we walked to the chinese takeaway down the road, just me and her, leaving the other 3 at home, and she said "you know you can't tell your dad about that", I asked why, and she said because I wouldn't be able to get any christmas presents otherwise, as if I were a 4 year old with no conception of what she was doing.
A few weeks later, I believe the last 2, and this incident occurred during the summer holidays, I walked downstairs quietly, entered the living room, and saw what I can only remember as two naked bodies on the sofa, and a collection of sex toys on the side of the sofa. The man was not my Dad, that is all I know.
I am 18 years old, and have not told my Dad to this very day.
Whilst I was around 15/16, just before my GCSE's, my mum had started going on Chat rooms. She made me make her MSN address, and teach her how to use the computer because she didn't know how to. She was talking on chat rooms, adding random men on msn, right outside my bedroom door where my computer was situated. I used to walk past whilst she had gone off and left her conversations up, and read what had been said.
One quote was "Do you like Asian men?" "Well, they tend to be more demanding, but thats not necessarily a bad thing". She used to talk to many, and one time she ended up adding a boy I instantly recognized as somebody in the year below me, who had told her he was 31. As I told her, I said to her, "See, you dont know who your talking to. Promise me youll never go and meet anyone of these". She promised me. She swore on my life.
She met one of them the day after, id read her texts, "it was lovely meeting you today. Steve. X", one of the men she'd been talking to. I told her I was going to tell dad. I walked downstairs, and as I did so, she grabbed my arm, and started pleading, I said "no, you swore on our life", so she strangled me against a wall, and called me a selfish little brat, I pushed her over, she fell on the stairs, and I stormed out of the house.
about 6 months later she was diagnosed with breast cancer. I have met some of her friends, who I believe are amazing people, there was a lady who was dying, only 34 years old, she has one eye, a wig, and yet she still looks like a confident young woman, because she does nothing but smile.
My mum on the other hand just sucked in everything,
She openly told my twelve year old brother, "I might die ben" EVERY time she had to go to the doctors for even a check up, every time, shed gather all of us around the table, and tell us, her sons, her children, her 12 year old boy, all of the gruesome details. She didn't die, and she's okay now.
She's the most selfish person I've ever known.
She's constantly screaming, literally full force screaming, for stupid things like she can't find the garlic, or I'm using the hoover for my room. A minute ago she was going through my letters left on my drawers, I told her to stop going through my mail, she started SCREAMING, " if you dont like it, you know what you can do, off ".
There was a period a few weeks ago where she had gone away for a week to visit family, during this week, me, my brother and dad have never been so happy.
there's a lot more to it, but I won't over do it.
Every I see her, I wish her cancer would have killed her, I'm so close to literally knocking her out these days, it scares even me, I have dreams where I'm punching her face in, and it pleases me, this anti-relationship with my mum is not normal, and I don't know what to do.
