In honor of Mother's Day, what is the meanest thing your mom ever said or did to you?

“I never liked you anyway!”

Also, when I was in my early 20s and was about 20 minutes late meeting her in downtown Chicago - because there was a train delay AND Julio Iglesias was making an in-store appearance at Rose Records and several blocks were mobbed - when I apologetically rushed up to her, she hauled off and smacked me so hard across the face that my glasses flew off and I lost a tooth. She was a real fuckin’ piece of work especially since she was known to be notoriously late on almost every occasion and usually made us wait over an hour for her arrive after she finished shopping at Winkleman’s.

She beat me with a wire hanger in the middle of the night and screamed "No wire hangers!"

I was the youngest of four kids and in 1985 we watched the TV movie "Consenting Adult" as a family. At the end of the picture she pointed at me and said, "Don't you ever be gay." To her credit she more than made up for her fear and lack of understanding and became one of my biggest supporters and she loved my husband like another son. Sadly they are both dead now and I miss them everyday.

Bitch shot me in cold blood, then got amnesia.

My older brother died in a car wreck when I was in elementary school. He was in 10th grade. She lost it. She would frequently say “do you want to end up like your brother?” She’d say it for anything - late with chores, homework, grades, etc. It made no sense and was very hurtful. Gladly, she died when I was in college.

Killed herself.

Dying in pain surely sucks but she was a cunt the last 2 months of her life. I waited on her hand and foot in her Assisted Living (this was April/May 2020 so nobody else was around, literally, no family just me.) All she did was complain. I don't miss her at all.

She threw me out when she caught me in bed with her second husband who told her he couldn’t help himself because my hot hole was tighter than her loose fat vagina and I gave better head. I was just visiting anyway.

Then she wouldn’t speak to me when I told her I wouidn’t touch her third husband with a 100 foot barge pole and congratulated her on somehow finding a man who was well below her own bargain basement league.

When she died, I didn’t send flowers but I did post a video on Facebook of Wind Beneath My Wings that got a lot of Likes, just to annoy her.

To the people trying to make jokes in here do fuck off to another thread please.

My partner went insane when I split up with him. He went to my mother with a whole laundry list of insane bad things about me. Ok, some was true 😅 but a lot was false.

She took his side.

R5 My condolences to you. It’s gotta be rough never measuring up to Buck’s standard.

R9 thinks she’s at St. Patrick’s Cathedral.

Smell her.

My mom told me she was not ok with gay marriage. I asked her why, given that I’m her son and had come out to her a dizen years prior.

She said (paraphrasing) “Well, if you ever got married, and people heard you got married, they would probably think it’s to a woman, and then I’d have to tell them.”

I paused for a moment and said, so, just making sure I understand…. in order to prevent you from having this hypothetical moment you’re imagining in your mind…. you think I shouldn’t be legally allowed to marry?

Yup. She meant it.

I was with her and looking at an expensive bed which was an odd European size, smaller than a Queen. She said “It’s plenty of space. It’s just you” meaning she didn’t think I’d ever have a partner.

In first grade for a Christmas pageant at school, she made me a sheep costume that had a tail as long as I was tall. Over 3 feet. When it was pointed out that no sheep had a tail like that, she folded it in half and stapled it. And out I went on stage with a giant loopy sheep tail while the other kids had little fluffy cotton balls for the tail.

My mom is a saint and that is as bad as it gets.

If you read my 1985 memoir "Homefront", I describe my mother Nancy as the true person she really was away from the cameras: "a pill-popping, child-beating, martini drinking adulteress". She loved to beat me and by brother Ronnie Jr with her hairbrush. But I made up with her right before she died, to make sure I was left everything in her will.

My Mother had many flaws but I really can’t recall her ever saying a bad thing to me. I am not counting “No”.

Being disowned when I came out was one of many highlights.

R5 Seems you could have been a little understanding, under the circumstances.

Buck would have understood.

Gosh, it's been so long, I don't remember anything specific. I was 20 when she died and 70 now.

My mom wasn't a mean person, but she could be passive-aggressive.

Buck would never have been in a disrespectful thread like this.

“You need to get laid!”

Watch it, suckas! Don't be disrespecting ya mamas, especially today. God will get you.

r9, no one appointed you the Thread Nazi.

The day after I graduated from high school, she drove me to Minneapolis (which was 4 hours away), under the pretense of this being a graduation present. When we arrived in Minneapolis, she dropped me off on a street corner, handed me an envelope with some money and told me to never contact her or my stepfather again.

Thread closed.

She saved you the work, R27. Better than having to detach yourself later.

I'm so sorry, R27. I know that's something you never truly heal from, but I hope you've found some peace.

I have stories about things my mother said to me that are so horrible you'd think I made them up. I would never post them here, because hearing them from my mother was punishment enough.

I was the "accident" that made her "have to" marry my father, and thus I ruined her entire life. And not a single day went by that I wasn't acutely aware of it.

And it never stopped. I continued to hear it as an adult. Things I did that another parent would have been proud of, like my going to grad school after starting my undergrad at 30, she attributed so some evil motive I had, in this case (OK, this one I'll say): "You're only going to college to feed your ego and make yourself out to be better than anyone else in this family." Yup -- that was my wonderful mother.

She was so evil to me that I often wondered if I would miss or mourn her at all when she died.

But in an odd twist of fate, in her old age my mother suffered an injury that left her slightly brain damaged, and now she's the nicest person you'd ever want to meet. Even to me! I can't get over it.

So I'm going to enjoy what time I have left with my nicer mother. And if it took a little brain damage to do it, I guess that's OK.

I have an idea how you can repay her for that, r27.

Although flawed, my mother was never mean, not even a little.

I wouldn't say my mom was "mean." She was 100% devoted to myself and my brother and sister.

But she did do things that contributed to insecurities I have to this day. When I was young, I was thin as a rail and couldn't gain weight no matter what I ate. She took me to the doctor to see what was wrong. Nothing, of course. And because I was thin, I had a prominent Adam's Apple. She took me to the doctor because she thought I had a goiter. I didn't, of course. As a result, I always thought I was ugly, abnormal, and completely different and "defective."

I overcompensated for it by being a good student who studied hard and did well in school. The first time I brought home a "C" in science in junior high, she reacted as if she had just discovered I was a secret drug addict. Then I started questioning my own intelligence, becoming insecure not only about how I looked, but about whether I was smart enough.

I know she only wanted the best for me, but some parents do even subtle things that can screw up a kid's psyche long term.

She let me have a nice oak desk chair once, but made clear that it was a reproduction. “You don’t think I’d give you an actual antique, do you?”

She turned my childhood bedroom into a second gift wrapping suite.

With my mom it wasn't so much anything she'd say, it's what she didn't say. As the youngest of a large brood of rebellious, drug addicted, teenage parent hellraisers, it was made very clear that my place in the world was to be a good student, pleasant, and obedient. And above all, don't do anything that would require any parental time or attention. But occasionally I'd slip up and get into trouble at home or school, which pissed Dad off, which made it hell for everybody in the house. When that happened, Mom would ice me out for several days after, ignoring me completely and not answering if I spoke to her. In fairness, she took a few beatings that Dad was itching to give to me, so I kind of understand why she'd hold a grudge. But even as a kid I knew that didn't make it my fault.

I have the most vivid memory of getting off the school bus and walking into the house to find Mom watching TV. I said, "Hi, Mom." She stared at the TV; no answer. "HI, MOM." Still no answer. After about 10 seconds of silence, I said, "You know, Mom, it's pretty bad when the ten year old is the mature one in the conversation," and flounced off to my bedroom. Speaking to her like that would have normally earned me a pimp slap, but that time I cracked her face so hard she couldn't be mad.

R35 Was your mom Ethel Kennedy.

“That’s enough!”

Wow R27. How much money? Enough to sustain you for a week?

let's see.

She was listening to Candle in the wind and said (for literally no reason, just out of the blue) 'this is your song. you're going to be a whore that dies early'. I was about 8 years old.

I was SUPER into Solid gold when I was around 10 and 11. I was copy dancing the dancers all by myself in a spare room and she burst into the room as I was doing some move that was, in retrospect, sexual but I had no idea was and yelled 'At least TRY to hide what a slut you are.'

When I was 11 (eleven was an absolutely banner year for me) I tried to kill myself. I was stupid and didn't know the science behind hanging yourself. My mother saw the rash on my neck and screamed that if I wanted to die that badly she could help with that. She turned on the gas oven and told me to take out the racks.

I don't remember how old I was exactly but I was young enough to not know what an abortion was then or for a few years after hearing 'I can't believe I missed abortion being legal by just over a year'. that one was fun because while I didn't understand it at the time I definitely got my feelings hurt by the tone. then years later I understood it and was really hurt (but by then unsurprised)

R39 I didn’t even read your entire comment. After reading the first paragraph I thought it was a troll post as I’ve never known you to troll. WOW. Your mom was a real piece of work. Ok going to back to digest the rest.

Dear God, R27. Didn't you suspect anything? Did you ever see your Mom again? Did you have any siblings? Did they keep the siblings? I have so many questions.

R39 omg. I’m so sorry my dear. Your mom was absolutely horrible. I’m guessing substance abuse and not just mere fucked up personality. Good god. Do you to therapy. Did you have any replacement type mother figures to cope?

Yeah, really R27. Wow. I guess at least she didn’t lead you on.

I was approaching 40 when my mother said, “I never really liked you anyway,” and it immediately felt like the most honest thing she’d ever expressed to me. It was like our whole relationship up to that point finally made sense. I know longer had to struggle trying to understand why my mother’s “love” didn’t feel like love at all and instead felt like disloyalty and deception and exclusion. We didn’t have a relationship the last 14 years of her life, I never really engaged with her again.

But like R38 said, how much money? What did you gather were her expectations for you? If you care to discuss it further.

r42, she's a diagnosed sociopath. yes drugs and alcohol but the real issue is no empathy and enjoyment of others pain.

I had therapy for years but the most growth and healing came from myself. I have always been strong and have absolutely no memories of loving her or wanting her approval or just not hating her. I think tyat helpede because I didn't internalize and harm myself blaming myself as much as others do. I never danced again ever to this day though.

RC @ R39, that sounds truly awful. I have a theory about the post-birth-control generations that's probably been written about/extensively already, but not being a sociologist, I've never read about it.

I believe those born to parents who actually [italic]wanted[/italic] them grow up in a completely different milieu than those of us who were [bold]not[/bold] planned or wanted. I think it explains a lot about the behavior of many of the Xers and those younger. Being a wanted child is a wonderful thing, but when your child is the center of the known universe that causes an entirely different set of problems.

BTW, my mother did have an abortion when she got pregnant at 40. No more Oopsies!

R44 I’m so sorry that that happened to you. I’ve heard you speak on your mom previously though never to that degree. That’s also why when I saw your name I knew it wasn’t a troll post and I wanted to continue to read it. Well what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Soldier on as you have been doing so well. I think of someone like myself who has a difficult but functional relationship with my own mom. Compared to that, my mom is Mother Theresa. I am truly blessed and should be grateful for parents who may not have been prefect but tried to be decent parents.

I think that sensitive people or people who care about other's approval had it far worse than I did. Not that it didn't affect me, of course it did, but I never questioned by worth or blamed myself. I know people who to this day struggle with self esteem and self worth and blame themselves.

I really feel for them and really wish I could make them understand that parents like mine are like living with an alligator or great white shark. yeah, you are going to come out of it with scars and jumpiness and be afraid of water but at the end of the day it's just a great white being a great white. you had nothing to do with it except being unfortunate enough to have been dumped in the ocean.

Until I read R27, all my anger was at R1s mom who slapped her child for being 20 minutes late in downtown Chicago. But R27s story is unfathomably horrible.

How long ago was that? I wonder.

My mum was as close to a saint as there will ever be: a fiercely loving mother, a devoted granny, a great friend. She was considerate, had emotional intelligence (although I know that that phrase would have made her wince), and she had a great sense of humour.

Even her faults were fun: she loved a gossip and she had a temper which was like a verbal and emotional hurricane. She was very placid 99% of the time, but if anyone got on her bad side, they definitely had to duck! She only ever got furious on the behalf of others though.

She was the only person who loved me unconditionally, and she defended me at my rock-bottom moment, when I could have lost everything if it wasn’t for her.

I miss her every day, and I thank God I had her. The meanest thing she ever did to me was die.

Thanks, R48. My mother was pretty bad but later in life, I met worse.

My heart goes out to R27.

This is R27. In response to the questions: This happened in May 1974. I was 17 - I turned 18 a couple of weeks later. She gave me a couple hundred dollars (which was a lot of money in 1974). I also had money that I had received as graduation gifts. But I immediately enlisted in the Navy. I had to wait until my birthday before they accepted me. I never saw or spoke to my mother or stepfather ever again. I had siblings, but had no contact with them until the invention of the Internet, which they used to track me down. I did go to my mother's funeral - that Red Skelton adage - "Give the people what they want and they'll show up for it."

She told me to go to hell on more than one occasion. In her defense, I deserved much worse.

To many mean comments to mention. I never miss my mother and I've gotten to a point where I've told myself it's ok not to miss her. Today is just another day.

"Hurry up and die!" when I was diagnosed with cancer

Many of us deserved better.

I went no contact many years ago. Before I did, I loathed this day. Picking out the 'funny' card because the serious cards about loving mothers didn't fit. Picking out a gift she would pick apart. Feeling dread all week long in anticipation of the obligatory phone call.

It is glorious not to worry about that an longer. Peace to all of us who endured.

I broke down crying today because I miss my Nana so damned much today. She was my rock and she had such a hard life. I adored her and had to cut her out of my life too when I cut my mother out. I believe Nana understood but I wish we'd had more time.

a) Lie about how I was conceived for the first 11 years of my life and b) claim that a picture of an institutionalized extremely developmentally disabled boy was my elder brother.

Damn you muff divers had some rough mamas.🤩 And I’m laughing with you not at you.

Yeah, now let Hisstopher get a word in edgewise.

Do you care to give more details R57? What was the lie about your conception? This sounds like a first cousin to Peyton Place.

It wasn't mean, but I was sort of taken aback by what she said. I wrapped her blue feather boa around my neck, and she hollered," YOU ARE NOT DIVINE!"

R61, did she mean divine or Divine?

Consoling me over a failed math problem: Well, we can’t all be as smart as your sister.

Not that bad but it made an impression!

I have a list longer than the length of the internet.

R36

You beat me to it!

R44

R-C, I hope you dance again someday.

r62, She meant Divine.

Good grief R27, R51, what shits you had for a mother and step-father. I sincerely hope they had miserable lives. They truly deserved it. Did they realize you were gay? Is that why they discarded a 17 year old child that way?

" You're Just like your father" !!!

My mother is still living and she is a saint. But guilt was always her method of punishment and she could wield it like a dagger when we were young. If she said, ' I'm rather disappointed in your behavior - after all, I carried you next to my heart for 9 months" I would feel (as the Irish say) "lower than a snake's ass".

I can't even fathom how some of the posters here survived their childhoods. I've known people who argue that the biological parent is always the best parent for a child. Clearly that's far from true. The degrees of cruelty that some of you endured is child abuse and then some.

They were multiple times she told me she was going to kill herself because of us or just abandon all of us. Actually did disappear with and basically abandon us for about 6 months.

Probably the truly me myself is when I was 11 years old and she is really drinking hard. We spent the evening at my cousin's apartment which is in a pretty rough part of town. Not that really any part of where I lived at the time was super dangerous but it was still a pretty sketchy area. She spent the night outside the apartment while for me and my siblings mainly played out side on the apartment grounds and then later just in the back of my mom's truck. She finally came out at around 11:30 in the evening to drive us home but I was terrified to ride in the truck with her because she was so drunk. So she ended up just leaving me there. My cousin and his wife were far too stoned and drunk to do anything and there was no way I was going to stay in their gross apartment so I called my brother who is living with his girlfriend and her mom at the time. He wasn't home so she tried to find me but she had a really poor sense of direction. Another one of my older cousins ended up picking me up and taking me to my aunt's house and then my brother came and got me later.

The next day I ended up calling my mom's house and asking her if I could live in with my dad.

r60 It's not that dramatic - she wanted a kid but the adoption agencies didn't encourage single mothers so she decided to have me via the local sperm bank. Mom was selfish; she didn't consider how that would affect me because she knows both her parents. I always knew something didn't quite jive with her I-divorced-your-doctor-father-before-you-were-born story and she finally told me the truth in the summer of 1991. I did not take it well.

The brother thing a couple decades or so back was her sick, cruel idea of a joke.

My mom told me I was a loser and that was all I was ever going to be. So glad she's dead. I didn't go to her funeral either.

[quote] I went no contact many years ago. Before I did, I loathed this day. Picking out the 'funny' card because the serious cards about loving mothers didn't fit. Picking out a gift she would pick apart. Feeling dread all week long in anticipation of the obligatory phone call.

I gave mine a Mommie Dearest-themed card one year and she flipped the fuck out, thereby proving my point. There was a reason why I moved across the country, and then overseas. Overbearing, cluster B nightmare.

"You embarrass your dad!"

Well then, don't ask me why I didn't go his funeral (or yours).

One of my make friends told me that forest preserve cruising experiences its heaviest traffic on Mothers Day. He said most guys need a blow job from a stranger after suffering through the day.

She told me I’m not special.

But I just got 20+ likes on my DL comments on Prince Harry’s disastrous interview with the BBC, so who’s not special now, mom?!

Slapped me viciously

A good friend and her brother discovered last year that their father wasn’t there father after a half sibling contacted them through 23 and Me. She’d had an affair with a neighbor and had two kids with him. They grew up going to school with their half siblings and had no idea.

Their mom had dementia and was dying when they discovered the news. So they couldn’t confront her and get the details.

This Mother’s Day, my friend posted a pic of her mom, who died shortly after the discovery, with the caption: “What the fuck, Mom?” No explanation—just that statement. It made me laugh.

My mother was never openly mean. She was kind and generous.

But she grew up in an alcoholic family and married a drinker. She learned enabling young and always worked to keep peace in the house (with my father).

So she did things like steal my income tax refund when I was in college, cashing it and paying some bills for which she didn't have the money from Dad. And lied about it for months. I worked in a factory during the summers to pay for things through the year. It was a big mess for me.

It was sad, and cruel of her. I understand now. And such actions didn't serve her or my father (or the family) and time passed and the patterns ossified into squalor and a misery that never could be admitted out loud.

It’s not a bald spot when you’re missing hair at age 9. - the bitch snatched me.

I was a teenager when my mother was going through menopause. She said some horrible things to me during that time. I didn't know what her problem was so I called my sister who informed me that our mother was menopausal. I then just avoided her and it eventually passed.

“That’s why no one will ever want you!”

I forgot what the alleged offense was: not being neat or clever enough, perhaps. But it was a devastating thing to hear from a person you thought would be one of your biggest cheerleaders.

While my mom has said many negative things about being gay, I've blocked most of them out of self-preservation. One of my favorites is when I brought my partner of 3 years to Thanksgiving at her place and she dead said straight to our faces at the front door - what is HE doing here? Doesn't he have family of his own? This was supposed to be family only. Then she ignored him the entire dinner and put her hand up on the side of her face so she didn't have to look at him. The entire night.

However - I would say it's the unsaid things that are even worse. The silence, the looks and the 'bad energy' of things unsaid were much worse and most hurtful. It changes you. You can't really say anything because nothing was said - and if you comment, then you get - what are you talking about? response.

I think all gays and lesbians have felt that unsaid judgment and bad energy - from co-workers, teachers, classmates, everywhere. Just because somebody doesn't scream faggot doesn't mean you're welcome and can't sense what's going on.

Man, there are some horrific stories on this thread.

Can't wait for the "In honor of Father's Day" thread to come.

R84 I know what you mean. Every time I go home to visit my family, no one ever asks a single question about my personal life. It's like there's a tacit understanding among everyone to not dare open the door to any conversation that may include gay topics, which are not tolerated.

R9=frau CUNT

I’m a 64 year old gay man. When I was five my cousin Tommy, who was ten years older repeatedly molested me. He was my mom’s sister’s son. I never said anything. Tommy died of full blown AIDS some time in the early 80s. I was over my mom’s some time after and in the course of talking about him I told her about him molesting me. She slapped me. She was a hitter all my life but that was the first time she’d ever slapped me.

Then she burst into tears and ran into her room and I went home. We never talked about it and she never said she was sorry.

R86 "Every time I go home to visit my family, no one ever asks a single question about my personal life. It's like there's a tacit understanding among everyone to not dare open the door to any conversation that may include gay topics, which are not tolerated."

Oh that's a good one - you can feel it in the air - the avoidance of the topic. But that's just one example. It's also the condescension of the 'oh how are YOU?....how's work?' quick follow-up from women in the family. Men don't even broach the topic.

And there's that dreaded (for me) division of the sexes at holiday or regular parties - not feeling the energy/welcome among the men, but not wanting to just hang with the women, who also don't really want guys in on their convos.

Another dreaded thing for me is when anything gay happens to come on TV or in a film or any media. I can feel the room tense up and I wish there was a fast-forward through whatever news item or storyline to get passed it.

Both examples is like someone took a shit in the middle of the room and everyone is just ignoring the smell.

Jesus, R84-and you stayed and put up with that? You should have walked out. But maybe said a few nasty things as well.

R90 Oh, yes. God forbid you're watching TV and a gay-related story or show comes on. It's like instant paralysis in the room and a sense of "God, when will this end so we can all go back to pretending homosexuality doesn't exist?

Yep. I am never ever asked about relationships. Ever. I am the sexless one apparently.

[quote]It's like there's a tacit understanding among everyone to not dare open the door to any conversation that may include gay topics, which are not tolerated.

I never understand why people put themselves through this. Why go home to a bunch of people and deal with this type of treatment?

[quote]she ignored him the entire dinner and put her hand up on the side of her face so she didn't have to look at him.

Why did you stay?

Because of a need for Mom and Dad in any way, shape, or form because we still love them and it’s shitty and that’s ok, I guess. They were worth loving. They sucked shit at parenting, but I loved them.

I was molested by my paternal grandfather when I was eight. A year later I confided in my mother and she asked what I had done to "lead him on". Later when she was angry with me she said that I "had been a slut with my grandfather". She was both emotionally and physically abusive.

I cut her out of my life in my early twenties and she died many years ago - penniless and alone. My self esteem was shattered for years due to her and I abused myself with alcohol. I got sober 17 years ago and have been married to the love of my life for ten years. I am also very empathetic and compassionate . I think that it is due to having survived such a painful childhood and adolescence.

She was a truly vile woman.

R93 - this was over 20 years ago. It would have caused even more damage if I had not stayed, considering how small of a gathering it was. I would have been frozen out for awhile. I think we were both in just shock and tried to make the most of it. My partner somehow didn't really notice - although he really wasn't very smart, bless him.

For most people, it's not easy to just cavalierly cut off your mother or other relatives from your life. My mom was/is a great mom - but she was raised in a different time and is outwardly religious. It's not so simple.

And years ago, being gay just wasn't generally accepted. I posted a note in another thread - Gallup polls only started showing >50% support for gay rights around 2011 or 2012 - it was less (far less sometimes) than 50% in the 80s and 90s and early 2000s.

The acceptance of gays into everyday life really didn't happen until 2010s or so. Some people were open obviously at work and other places, but it was not common at all.

R68 - No, Rose. They threw me out because they blamed me for Richard Nixon getting impeached!

[quote]My partner somehow didn't really notice - although he really wasn't very smart, bless him

Sounds like you really are your mother's son

I’m making this about me, R98. You’ve dissected a post and didn’t add context.

You could turn this thread on its head. Do it.

[quote]It would have caused even more damage if I had not stayed

I'm just always surprised at the abuses people tolerate in the name of family and the excuses they make to defend those abuses.

When I was 9 years old, my mom was fighting with dad& my mom drunkenly tells dad I'm not his son.

My now non-DNA dad yells back "I'm glad the little Faggot isn't mine". Then he burned with cigarettes& cigars for a year& half. Mom didn't stop him & agreed to put me in foster care system across the state. When I was 16 years old, I was betrayed by a man I trusted, was led to a barn where I was knocked out, whipped& drugged up and used as the "Main course" for 3 days. My non-DNA dad and my half-brother were there too. My non dad brought the whip.

My mom denied it ever happened, and the week b4 she died, I went to MCP Hospital in Philly to see her. I ended up "bitch-slapping" her in her hospital bed.

OK. Richer than any of my experiences…. R101, you ok now? I’m vapid so I’m asking about your appearance. You ok?

r99 What the fuck are you on about?

R103, you gave that poster a vacant fart. Add context and entertain me with your family’s bullshit. You are a star; you can deliver internet currency!

R95, I'm so sorry to hear that. A friend of mine also had a similar experience. She was molested by her grandfather but her mother refused to believe her and did absolutely nothing. She developed a eating disorder in her teens and to this day is still mentally ill.

Thank you R105. I am very sorry to hear about your friend. It is extremely hard to recover from that sort of sexual abuse. When coupled with an incredibly emotional abusive response the trauma increases exponentially.

That she shouldn't have carried me to term.

I was very lucky. My mom was a nice, decent human being.

She was not perfect - she and my father's marriage almost fell apart during my childhood and she basically didn't get out of bed for a dozen years during that time......but she was a decent, kind human being.

For that matter - despite his lack of emotions and social skills....so was my dad.

She became venomously jealous of me fixing a strong drink for one of her waiting male friends as she dressed upstairs for their dinner date, for which she later called me a slag and fed me old steak for dinner!

She thrashed me on the rear with a belt. But later apologized.

Never put your self-worth in other people's hands.

R27 I seem to remember that was a storyline in Desperate Housewives, was your mum named Bree?

Joan Rivers would tell a joke about how she never felt wanted as a child. “I was born with a coat hanger sticking out of my ear. My parents would make me sit on top of the TV and turn my head until we got good reception.”

Staying with my Father, who physically, mentally and drunkenly abused his whole family for years. Finally, my brothers and I sat her down and asked her why she stayed through all of that abuse and got: "I Loved Him!"

Learned what "love" was not. Thanks, Mom.

*****RRRRRR R27! !!!!!**********

- why did that bitch do that and was it out of the blue or par the course? - how did you like the Navy? Did it comfort you? - did you finally make peace with it? - Was it because you were gay?

***** Need more info*******

Did you find some fun in the Navy?

“You’re not smart enough to have a relationship.”