How To Fuck Up Your Kids (333 hits)
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Submitted by TheProfessional (View user info) at 2008-04-17 09:38:41 EDT
I just want to start off by saying sorry for double posting yesterday. My intentions were not to ruin peoples lives or to greatly disrespect anyone. I just felt like I needed to get two things off my chest so instead of waiting 24 hours to do so I just did it as soon as possible. The reason I'm reposting, basically the same post, is because yesterday when I posted "Mom?" I didn't think anyone would give a shit. However many questions were asked so I might as well answer.
I love my mom with all my heart. I have never felt an ounce of hatred or anger for that women. She is my best friend and mentor.
It has been over 10 years since the last time I saw her on that beautiful spring morning. I remember it like it just happened. Every little detail, every last second. It was a Monday morning and I woke up due to some movement in the house. It was just regular foot steps but I'm a light sleeper, even to this day and if something isn't right I wake right up. What wasn't right about the footsteps is that it was literally 5:03am. My alarm clock wasn't set to ring for another 2 hours. I slowly get up out of bed feeling anxious. I knew something was wrong the second I took my first breath. I could taste that smell of freshly washed hair in the air. I walked out of my room into the hallway and stood still looking around. Checking for any movement, none. I move to the next hallway. Stand still and check for any movement, again none. As I begin to walk towards the kitchen to feed my dog I hear the sound of high heels thumping on the way to the house's front door. I run to the door and see my mother walking into the "entrance" room carrying suitcases. She looks nice and clean which explains the fresh smell in the air. She stops in her tracks and looks at me. I could just tell by the expression on her face that she was about to cry so hard that the amount of water that was about to come out of her eyes could easily hydrate a small African village. Very lightly under my breath say, "Mom"? Right there she starts weeping. My dog runs into the room and checks on everyone. He sniffs my mom from head to toe and does the same to me. He is an extremely loyal and caring German Shepard. I raised him since I was 5 years old without the aid of my parents and he to this day is with me. I tell him to go check on my baby sister and he leaves us, heading for her room.
I walk over to my mom who is wearing a very elegant black dress with white polka dots. My entire family is from Europe and I'm actually the first generation to be born in the States. The only reason I say this is because she dressed extremely European style that morning. Anyway, I walk over to my weeping mom and pick up one of the suitcases. I had a lot of trouble with it (I just turned 8 and didn't really grow till age 10). She picks up the other one while I carry mine all the way to her car. I helped her pack up the car. When finished packing she was still crying but she sat down in the car anyway. The sunrise was now starting to show on the horizon. She shut the door, started the car, and rolled down the window. I looked her in the eyes as she started to control herself. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stretched out her neck towards me. She kissed me on the cheek rolled up the window and literally drove into the sunrise. The private road in front of our house goes East to West and in order to get out of our neighborhood you have to go East on the road. That was the first time I have ever seen my mom break the speed limit. I think she even managed to take full advantage of the 1997 Lamborghini Diablo's 0-60 mph in 3.6 sec.
I then realized what this was all about. Boy could I tell you I was one suicidal kid for a good five years. I had just watched the person that taught me everything I knew, the person that was always there for me (for the most part), my mom, just leave. The whole time I was there with her that morning only one whispered word was said, "mom"? That was one horrible spring I had in 1998. Sorry to say, I was always much much closer to my mom than I was to my dad. I guess because my dad was working a lot and my mom was home right when school was out.
After she drove off, like I said already, I realized what she was doing. I ran into the street and ran until my legs hurt so much that I just collasped. Breathless in the middle of the road. While I was running my dog had actually managed to open the door and chase after me. When I collasped I was so dehydrated and breathless I didn't have an ounce of strength left in me. I rested in the road for a good 10 minutes and climbed onto my dogs back, my dog was still young back then but man was he strong(I was really skinny and short at 8 years old). All I said to him was,
"Let's go home buddy."
He managed to carry me all the way back. Dropped me off on the couch and I just started crying. I missed 1 week of school after the incident. Spent that time doing these few things. Crying, sleeping, eating, shitting, and pissing. My sister and dad slept through the whole thing. Woke up in the morning and looked for her. I then explained what had happened.
I just want to say that we did get the Lambo back. Not that it had any value to us. I mean it wasn't even a year old but my mom did return it. Some black guy dropped it off and said he was hired to transport it to this location meaning our house.
That is how to fuck up your kids.
Sorry for those who are looking for advice. I really don't have any. Just one thing I could say. Don't kill yourselves. No matter how bad things are now they will get better later.
User Reviews
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-04-17 10:51:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Where the FUCK is berty?
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-04-17 10:41:21 EDT (#)
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Leon would be mad at you for stealing his title.
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2008-04-17 10:20:56 EDT (#)
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shut the fuck up you pampered little shit.
Submitted by Ltap (user info) at 2008-04-17 10:13:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This annoyed me. Please die. Soon.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2008-04-17 10:09:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
stfu
Submitted by Val (user info) at 2008-04-17 10:06:56 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/36119 :why i don't eat mcdonald's or lift boxes
Submitted by sexualchocolate1984 (user info) at 2008-04-17 10:02:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Mama was a ho, she was weekend pussy, she had you to keep tha nigger and it didn't work out. That's why she ain't here.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:54:34 EDT (#)
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fuck off.
the woes of a rich kid.
jesus.
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:50:37 EDT (#)
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hahahahahahahaha.....brdn made me laugh like a retard
you know like 'hork hork hork hork'!
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:49:38 EDT (#)
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wow, my review is horribly written too. maybe i had too many beers last night. still i wasn't trying to write a story so your horrible writing is much much worse.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:48:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
"Don't kill yourselves. No matter how bad things are now they will get better later. "
Um.... I'm not usually one of the users who would say such thing but I think i'm going to have to step outside my normal persona and disagree here.
I read the entire post and I'm going to say that you might actually want to kill yourself. first of all if this is remotely true I have a hard time that you managed to be suicidal but not harbor any ill will toward your mom. second the writing is horrible. no, really, it's really really bad.
so give it some thought. put yourself out of our misery and take your final bow. just saying.
-2 die
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:48:16 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/79661 Read this. It'll do you good.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:47:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
When I read this, I got all the way to the 4th word in the first sentence before I lost interest.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:47:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
You're a kid though aren't you? 15 or so? You shouldn't be on Uber. No one is nice.
Well, very few people.
Anything Berty says is true though. Listen to him. He's cool for a cripple.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:46:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
"I just want to start off by saying sorry for double posting yesterday. My intentions were not to ruin peoples lives or to greatly disrespect anyone. I just felt like I needed to get two things off my chest so instead of waiting 24 hours to do so I just did it as soon as possible. The reason I'm reposting, basically the same post, is because yesterday when I posted "Mom?" I didn't think anyone would give a shit. However many questions were asked so I might as well answer.
I love my mom with all my heart. I have never felt an ounce of hatred or anger for that women. She is my best friend and mentor.
It has been over 10 years since the last time I saw her on that beautiful spring morning. I remember it......"
...and then I got bored.
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:46:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
while I read this and can feel a certain level of empathy towards you and your situation you title is somewhat off-putting for me. To me the title screams 'victim' and while you were to an extent...the fact that you are aware that the things your mother did could have a psychological effect on your means that you have to ability to fix yourself or 'get over it'.
I don't say that to sound callous I just mean that what happens to us in our lives shapes how we think we should be but it is still up to us to decide what type of person we are....we are either victims or we overcome.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:46:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
PICS OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:45:51 EDT (#)
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Saying that, can I have a go in the car please?
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2008-04-17 09:44:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Awful awful writing.