As I've said in several posts, my relationship with my mother has been the most destructive and painful relationship in my life. From the time that I was born (and my younger brother Chris, as well) she never wanted to have any children. Consequently, we were so severely neglected that Chris & I literally would have starved to death, or possibly died of "failure to thrive" syndrome (a condition where newborns die literally from lack of affection and attention) - unless my Dad's mother (my wonderful Grammy) had cared for us up until the time we were toddlers.
My mother was responsible for Chris & me being molested by her uncle for the year and a half that she had us in Washington, DC with her when she left my Dad. Again I say, she KNOWINGLY allowed us to be molested -- she didn't want to confront him and risk being cut-off from her family's considerable fortune. (In the mid-40s, her father died and left an estate of more than 50 million dolllars.) So her uncle Clyde did whatever he wanted to Chris & me with her taccid approval.
Whenever I try to describe her to folks I don't know - I have a sort of "routine" I use. Picture the "Wicked Witch Of The West" form the WIZARD OF OZ, put a cigarette in one hand and a vodka Collins in the other hand - you've got a starting point. Actually, she was Miss North Carolina in the late 40s. Anyway, back to a more de>
Edited by SECfanMIKE (09/26/07 09:23 AM)
"...for God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world might be saved through Him..."
"...rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep..."
"...for the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost..."