Re: 'above and beyond what anyone ' Cha

March 25, 2004

I know the intense injustice one can feel. I gave up so much. I am still

processing specifics of how nada coerced me to do her bidding. My only excuse

was I was in the fog. I remember her making me take the water bill, etc., after

school to pay them. This would make me have to walk out of my way about 2 miles

~either for her to get rid of me or to save the stamp(s). Could be either. She

is that cheap. Nuts cheap. I also remember how she would go to a large city 40

miles away and buy high ticket brand names marked down and make me take them to

the local store and get the money back (where they were not marked down.) I was

confronted by a clerk and the manager finally. I was 12 years old and so

humiliated. I did not know then what was going on. She is sadistic and cheap

sick. A hoarder. A big time hoarder.

*** Trompalina,

This part brought back so many memories. My mother would send me across a 4

lane highway to get her a pack of cigarettes. She said that she would watch me

to help make sure I stayed safe. I was 6 or 7 years old. She didn't. I don't

ever remember crossing the road by myself before that time.

In fact I know that I had not. Perhaps she was hoping that I would get hit?

She would leave me & my oldest baby sister at home by ourselves to go visit the

neighbors. She got mad at me because sister caught her arm in the wringer

washer. I was maybe 4 at the time. Anytime my siblings got hurt it was my

fault. We went to my Grandparents house one time. I somehow I ended up carrying

oldest little brother. They walked through the area between the car & the

trailer & I was one step behind them. Step adopted jerk didn't bother to look

(or perhaps he did?) anyway he pulled forward. My foot caught in the chain and

little brother & I went under the trailer. I looked up and saw brothers head was

almost under a tire. I pulled him closer to protect him & fixed it so that the

tire would run over me instead of him. About the time the tire should have

killed me, my grandfather lifted the whole loaded trailer with one hand and

pulled me and little brother out with the other. This man had just had a heart

attack & gotten out of the hospital that day. My (ex) parents were going to beat

me for it. Was I given credit for having saved my baby brother? No, I was

accused of trying to smother him. The whole fault was mine because I knew better

than to step between car & trailer. It didn't matter that they did it too. It

didn't matter that step jerk should have looked out his mirror before moving the

car. No, I was definitely bad. Granddaddy glared at them & Granny did her best

to smooth things over. I walked away feeling so lost, misunderstood, and accused

of trying to kill my little brother.

There would be bill collectors come to the door & she made me answer it & tell

them whatever she told me to say. I didn't pay the bills for them, thank God.

Most of the time we had no car & we usually lived out in the country. But she

has made up for it many times since then. I don't know how many times she made

up excuses for me to pay her bills for her. I finally got to where I refused.

" you and your mother never got along comment " sounds like smear campaigning.

That's like when a year ago I said I could not tolerate being around sis because

she was too agressive for me, she replied " we know that, we have all talked

about it " . How interesting. I spent 20+ years not reacting to her sick crap at

nada's for family get togethers. I said " well, maybe somebody could have talked

to me about it " . My brothr said he sure didn't talk about it so I think it was

more of nada's crap.

*** I came to my mothers door once & was about to knock. I heard them

discussing something & before a few seconds were up I realized that I was the

one being called filthy names & talked about. I went ahead & went in the door

without knocking & sat down. You would think that they would have had a guilty

look on their faces. No BP #1 and BP jr. were showing no signs of guilt at all.

I left after about 15 minutes. I never let them see one tear or sign that I had

heard them. I didn't go back around for ages.

Debbie

March 25, 2004

Man, these are sick stories!!!!!

I think it would be very therapeutic if we all met some day for

24hours at a coffee house and just spilled all these stories out and

made it into a play.....hmm, lets see, shall we call it " the witch,

the hermit, the queen and the waif " ? everyone knows how the masses

just loooooooovvvvvvveeeeee bp stories- joan, di, martha, susan

smith, wiz of oz. At least that way maybe we can recoupe some of the

$$$ spent on T-lol

Kerrie

>

> I know the intense injustice one can feel. I gave up so much. I

am still processing specifics of how nada coerced me to do her

bidding. My only excuse was I was in the fog. I remember her making

me take the water bill, etc., after school to pay them. This would

make me have to walk out of my way about 2 miles ~either for her to

get rid of me or to save the stamp(s). Could be either. She is that

cheap. Nuts cheap. I also remember how she would go to a large city

40 miles away and buy high ticket brand names marked down and make

me take them to the local store and get the money back (where they

were not marked down.) I was confronted by a clerk and the manager

finally. I was 12 years old and so humiliated. I did not know then

what was going on. She is sadistic and cheap sick. A hoarder. A big

time hoarder.

>

> *** Trompalina,

> This part brought back so many memories. My mother would send me

across a 4 lane highway to get her a pack of cigarettes. She said

that she would watch me to help make sure I stayed safe. I was 6 or

7 years old. She didn't. I don't ever remember crossing the road by

myself before that time.

> In fact I know that I had not. Perhaps she was hoping that I

would get hit? She would leave me & my oldest baby sister at home by

ourselves to go visit the neighbors. She got mad at me because

sister caught her arm in the wringer washer. I was maybe 4 at the

time. Anytime my siblings got hurt it was my fault. We went to my

Grandparents house one time. I somehow I ended up carrying oldest

little brother. They walked through the area between the car & the

trailer & I was one step behind them. Step adopted jerk didn't

bother to look (or perhaps he did?) anyway he pulled forward. My

foot caught in the chain and little brother & I went under the

trailer. I looked up and saw brothers head was almost under a tire.

I pulled him closer to protect him & fixed it so that the tire would

run over me instead of him. About the time the tire should have

killed me, my grandfather lifted the whole loaded trailer with one

hand and pulled me and little brother out with the other. This man

had just had a heart attack & gotten out of the hospital that day.

My (ex) parents were going to beat me for it. Was I given credit for

having saved my baby brother? No, I was accused of trying to smother

him. The whole fault was mine because I knew better than to step

between car & trailer. It didn't matter that they did it too. It

didn't matter that step jerk should have looked out his mirror

before moving the car. No, I was definitely bad. Granddaddy glared

at them & Granny did her best to smooth things over. I walked away

feeling so lost, misunderstood, and accused of trying to kill my

little brother.

> There would be bill collectors come to the door & she made me

answer it & tell them whatever she told me to say. I didn't pay the

bills for them, thank God. Most of the time we had no car & we

usually lived out in the country. But she has made up for it many

times since then. I don't know how many times she made up excuses

for me to pay her bills for her. I finally got to where I refused.

>

> " you and your mother never got along comment " sounds like smear

campaigning. That's like when a year ago I said I could not tolerate

being around sis because she was too agressive for me, she

replied " we know that, we have all talked about it " . How

interesting. I spent 20+ years not reacting to her sick crap at

nada's for family get togethers. I said " well, maybe somebody could

have talked to me about it " . My brothr said he sure didn't talk

about it so I think it was more of nada's crap.

>

> *** I came to my mothers door once & was about to knock. I heard

them discussing something & before a few seconds were up I realized

that I was the one being called filthy names & talked about. I went

ahead & went in the door without knocking & sat down. You would

think that they would have had a guilty look on their faces. No BP

#1 and BP jr. were showing no signs of guilt at all. I left after

about 15 minutes. I never let them see one tear or sign that I had

heard them. I didn't go back around for ages.

>

> Debbie

>

March 25, 2004

Kerrie,

I have thought about writing my own story & publishing it before I die. That is

really what I want to do. Maybe we should all write our stories & make a movie.

We do need to get some money, if for nothing else but our pain, suffering, & our

problems that our families have to put up with while we are trying to get over

this. As far as a 24 hour coffee house meeting, we ought to make it a week &

really put out an a number one mother with all our mothers combined into one. We

could make sure that the whole world would feel our pain like we do. Then maybe

they would understand us. Probably not, but they would want a sequel. LOL