Were you on your P's?

Went skiing hen I was about 10 and my dad,sister and I made a little jump that behind some trees that you couldn't see till the last minute. We ended up tricking her to go that way and she fell breaking her ribs. She didn't even know for another 6 months so they never healed.

Another time I had a friend over when I was about 12 who liked to make fireworks. Mum was going out and she explicitly told me not to play with fireworks because she knew this kids history. As she left, we then proceeded to make some anyway, light them off in the backyard and were really safe about it, but the grass around was burnt so we got busted. Wasn't allowed to have my mate over again though.

2 of I'm sure many stories that I can think about on the top of my head but if I'm in a bad mood I often can be a massive cunt to her, so even though I despise this holiday designed for consumerism, I'll make sure she has a good day Sunday.

Edited by tbitm: 9/5/2014 08:12:21 PM

Just being a general cunt. I'm not sure any one instance stands out. She is a narcissist and I am an argumentative twat so you can imagine how that went down

As a teenage kid (18 or 19 or so?) I was driving my mums car, got caught speeding by a fixed camera on the way to Tamworth, she gave me the letter & the fine (which I paid) but I never got motivated/confident enough to go find a JP to sign the sheet saying I was driving the car as opposed to her. By the time I was ready to find a JP, the date to do so had passed so Mum was stuck with the demerit points. I never told her, and probably never will. But ever since then, I've refused to let myself live with guilt in relation to Mum so attempt to go above&beyond for her whenever I can.

My mother has a severe fear of heights. I did not know about it as a kid. One of several things actually, like not knowing my mother's mother was killed by a drunk driver when she was young, thus leaving me to think my 'nana' on my mothers side was my biological grandmother when she was just my grandfathers second wife, something I didn't know until I was like 20 years old.

A long long time (mid 90's), one of my aunties and several of her kids were visiting and we went to Parramatta. Place was packed out, had to park on the roof, right on the edge.

After we finished and came to leave I casually remarked that we could see centerpoint tower... my mother did not take this revelation well.

Neither did she take me going on about it while in the van for another 5 minutes while we were waiting for a straggler.

She ended up screaming out 'fucking shut the fuck up' inside the packed van filled with several teenagers & pre-teens (and her sister, who laughed her head off). To this day I remind her of it. I reminded her of it yesterday actually, as she came home from a holiday, having taking a balloon ride in Turkey and supposedly been 'cured' of her fear of heights.

:lol:

Edited by macktheknife: 8/5/2014 09:16:49 PM

Worthy of a bunch of flowers at the very least.

I shat in the sink when I was 3.

With mothers day coming, let's all reflect on the little cunts we were growing up.