Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes,
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.
(As you may well remember - the boy in question grew to be a pig)
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I would have prefered to have been hit. My mother was very inventive and manipulative. I spoke up once, when my brother did something to my sister - I was sitting in my high chair and it was my first sentence. I remember how hard it was - stringing those words together. First time it came out in a whisper, and my dad said for me to say it again, and I did louder. When my dad wasnt there after, she told me things are going to change around here. She was very vicious, and my brother was her more than willing tool. I had children of my own, and she started in on them. She is a bully, and needs a victim, and will always work that way, she also has a favorite to show off for. Her favorites didnt come out too well. My sister a paedo coke head whore. My big sister who was a victim became a nurse and moved away - like me she wants to vomit at the sight of our fathers wife. I was lucky, after my brother glassed me in the face aged 18 months - or maybe before - my dad took me under his wing - my sister never had that - although I paid for being loved by him. House rules - he should only love and believe her. May I say Poetry, that I am in your club - like many others. The nicest people often are.
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