The Life of someone Important.

My Mother

I know what you're thinking. How could he slap his mother? How could he hate her so? She has a condition I know I should let her off but she isn't taking her medication. On purpose. She refuses to. She turns herself into this monstrous person. It's HER fault. She knows it. She thinks she's being 'controlled by looney doctors!' and that she's 'weak when she takes them'. I think my mother secretly likes her illness. When I was young she used to be very very religious, but like...crazy religious (not anymore of course) and one day I swore, she grabbed me by the hair and screamed and started to strangle me. My friend from school was over, Taylor, she actually tried to grab my mother off me. Taylor was always brave. My mother wouldn't dare touch a child that wasn't hers. My father ran in and broke my mothers grip. I am still scarred from her nails digging into my flesh, my hair covers it though.

When I was naughty my mother would lock me into the boiling cupboard and I would scream until my dad came home from work. He would let me out. My father was my saviour. He was my sanctuary. Now I have no saviour and no sanctuary.

When Tanya was born my dad quit his job. He wouldn't risk a baby being hurt. He just wouldn't. My mum tried, she tried, when the baby cried too loud at night she would look crazed as she looked down at it. Then father would come in with a baby bottle with milk in it. My mother didn't believe in breastfeeding for some reason. She thought it was filthy. This is what we put up with our entire lives. I don't know why but she never hurt my big sister, Jessica, for some reason she was the favourite. Of course mother shouted at her, but she NEVER hit her. Jessica wasn't afraid to hiss back insults at my mother. I looked up to her for that. When father was away, Jessica was my stand in sanctuary.