Your Childhood????

Mine - My mother - never cleaned the house. It is terrible growing up in a cluttered mess.I could never have friends over. The embrassment is endless. I would always have my friends pick me up at the lady I babysat for across the street. The stacks and stacks of things - it was terrible. She was a stay at home Mom - who did not clean! When we were old enough to clean - she would have a fit if we moved "her things" -


I still have hard feelings about this. My children have never been to my Mother's house( she lives 5 minutes away) because she does not clean her home. She keeps stacks of things. Will not get rid of things. It has deeply affected my relationship with her.

CouponConnie are you my long lost sister? My mom was the same way. That is why I loved it when my grandparents had me. My grandparetns house was very neat. My mother on the other hand was always too drunk or medicated to clean and if we tried she went off on us. Needless to say I am a total neat freak now and panic everytime I dont clean that my house is gonna turn into hers.
now to yout original question what was the worse thing about my childhood, everything. The only happy memories I have are from when I was with my grandparents.l I was a spoiled princess over at their house and can do no wrong. I was their first grandchild and the first girl born into my dad's side of the family (my grandparents just had boys) at their house I didn't have to do anything because anytime my grandma would say to do something like pick up my toys, my grandpa would tell her I was too cute to clean and thats why he married her I was grandpa's little girl and I was also a belated b-day gift I was born 5 days after his birthday. even after he passed away, my grandma still spoiled me

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The worst thing about my childhood was not having hardly any clothes and mostly,old ugly hammydowns,worsened with only being allowed to wear 2 or 3 different shirts a week.Every thing else was great!

Being Overweight
I still am too
I wasn't till into 4th grade
But home life was good (as good as possible without alot of money)
Suzanne

I'm with Ishop2much. Everything was bad about my childhood. I do not remember anything good or fun happening. The yelling, screaming and beatings were absolutely horrible. I too, only found relief at my Great Grandmothers home.

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Wow and I thought I had it bad with 2 alcoholic parents who were divorced when I was in 3rd grade! My childhood wasn't bad all thanks to my grandparents who took me in, I never knew until much later how much of a financial strain that put on them. They gave me the world and treated me like a daughter, so considering everything mine was actually pretty good.

ANd I got a lot of Handmedowns too, but ours came from a rich cousin so they were awesome designer things!! Wish she still sent stuff!

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Age 6-best friends mom died of cancer leaving 9 kids motherless.
Age 7-playmate died in accidential fire at home.
Age 8-cousins baby died of SIDS
Age 10-neighbor boy died during sports practice
Age 13-my aunt died unexpectedly at age 39 with 4 kids at home
Age 15-my dad died of a massive coronary while mowing our front lawn.
Age 17-classmate died in car accident.
There's more but that gives you an idea.....It's no wonder I have anxiety problems and panic attacks!!!

The worst thing about my childhood was having divorced parents, and they fought CONSTANTLY! Mom would hold my sister and I over my dad's head, and we were always put in the middle.

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My parents wasnt into the cleaning thing either, I loved summertime cause I was at my grandparents farm all summer. I could get as dirty as I wanted, come in and get into a clean tub to clean up and I always rinsed it out afterwards. My granmother never had a dishwasher, she has one now but never uses it. They also freaked if i tried to clean "You might throw something important away!" Heck if i threw it away it wouldnt matter ya cant find it anyway.

I think the cleaning deal kinda rubbed off on me, that and it's hard cleaning after 6 people, the kids help some but only after you've threaten to take away everything from them but the ablility to go to school cause that's my "mom time" Next year will be better 3 of 4 of them will be at school all day and the baby is one that does help when i ask him though he likes to go shopping more lol.


Another thing i hated was my mothers parents/family. I do not claim them to be related. He's a pervert and she goes along with him. and moms brothers are just as bad. I havent spoken to them since moms funeral. They took care of her funeral, buried her in a plot so my dad can not be buried with her and we're sure that was their intention.

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My childhood was pretty good. I don't remember one bad thing except for the day I got my period for the first time...that was the worst day in the world for me. Esp. with a mother that grew up in the "olden" days and forgot to mention to her 11 year old DD that one day you'll become a woman....A WHAT!!! I had fallen out of a tree but hit the branch first between my legs....so I thought I was DYING and my mom said no, "You're becoming a woman." What a RUDE wake up call...lol. And the worst thing was she hands me a pad with a safety pin and says go use this.....WHERE? Ohhh the memories...lol

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The worst part of my childhood was having a fat slob drunk for a "father".
I am trying to forgive, but I cannot forget!

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Yes, definately my worst day of my life since I was wearing my white virgo pants that day and had no idea I had started till I came home from the school and went to the bathroom where I saw the entire backside of my pants red. And my mom also handed me one those big thick gigantic pads with straps and safety pins.

My mother was bipolar and not on medication. She was also a compulsive liar. When on a rant she would beat us and tell my Dad we were lieing. We grew up during the time when men would have never been awarded custody of children over a mother. When need be, mother would charm the pants off people. Those not living with her, or knowing her well thought she was the nicest, most generous, etc. person. Yes, she could be generous. If she was angry with us she would take a less fortunate child in the community out and buy them new clothes instead of us and tell us how much better and more deserving those children were. I could go on. I was fortunate enough to live next door to my best friend who had a "normal" family. THey included me in many of the things they did and my friend was the prettiest and most popular girl in school and always included me. They helped me to be more normal than Mom. God watched over me and steered in the the direction of people who were positive role models and helped me to become whole. I, am far from perfect.., but I try to be the best I can be. I can forgive my mother because she had medical issues, but she only received treatment for them after my father's death and when she was diagnosed with alzheimer's and I took over her care. She had repeatedly called to report my father missing, and finally called the FBI to form a task force to find him in the wooded acreage around their home. Upon contacting state and local police finally someone was notified that my Dad had been dead for several years. At that point Mom was either going to have to go to a mental hospital for observation willing or forceablely taken by the police. After 24 days in the unit and counseling with the head of the psychiatric unit whe was released into my care with a mandatory lockdown condition (because of flight risk) ( we have an alarm system in our home). I still have many things that I cannot forget. Another example - my husband was not the choice my mother had made for me...she had chosen another you man who she could manipulate. My husband was a lot smarter than I was and never argued with her..he remained polite, but did not like how she treated either of us. One summer afternoon my husband had come to pick me up for a date and had his best friend with him. We were going to pick up the other girl after we left my house. Mom was in the back yard watering flowers and saw bother guys. I went outside to tell her I was leaving. She responded by turning the hose on me, accusing my husband ofsharing me with his friends and telling me I was all wet. Those are a few memories of my childhood. I deeply loved my Dad, but he didn't cross her very often because of the consequences we would all pay for when he did.

Our home burning to the ground and we were homeless. That was horrible. We had only the clothes that we happen to have on at the time that the lighening struck it. we wasnt home. we were at a friends house at a pool party. we only had our bathing suits and that was it. everything else was lost in the fire.

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The 2 worst things were when i was in 5th grade the day we went back to school after christmas break our apartment
burned down we lost everything except the clothes on our backs but thank god my granny and brother got out safe.
the 2nd thing was when i was 16 me and my 14 year old sister Connie were walking to the store to buy film to take pictures of my brother since he was leaving for boot camp the day after thanksgiving a car came crossed over to our side of the road and killed my sister it happened so fast i could not describe the car it was a hit and run.

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