I am sharing this with all of you because it is so good. No, this is not my mother, but it could have been. Too bad there are not a lot more mean mothers out there or just maybe America would not be where it is today.


While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids' also.

But at least, I wasn't alone in my sufferings. My sister and two brothers had the same mean mother as I did.

My mother insisted upon knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were on a chain gang. She had to know who our friends were and where we were going. She insisted if we said we'd be gone an hour, that we be gone one hour or less--not one hour and one minute. I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck us. Not once, but each time we had a mind of our own and did as we pleased. That poor belt was used more on our seats than it was to hold up Daddy's pants. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.

We had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. We reached the height of insults because she made our clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends?

The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. So while they slept-my mother actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made us work. We had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to us.

She always insisted upon us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed us- and it nearly did.

By the time we were teen-agers, she was much wiser, and our life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for us to come running. She embarrassed us to no end by making our dates and friends come to the door to get us. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there. I never had the chance to elope to Mexico. That is if I'd had a boyfriend to elope with. I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned mother refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

Through the years, things didn't improve a bit. We could not lie in bed, "sick" like our friends did, and miss school. If our friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. Our marks in school had to be up to par. Our friends' report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My mother being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.

 

Sounds like she was a good mother because you probably have a head on your shoulders instead of air.

 

My mom would have shot me...


My mom would have really shot me!

Other than that, my mom is mean!

 

I received that in an email a couple years ago. Too few parents do that anymore.

 

+2 If my mom did not...then my Old Man Would!

 

ok, I musta had a nice mom...
Mom worked nights so I was pretty much unsupervised.
breakfast was what ever I cooked (I was pretty much independant by 8 or 9 years old)
School lunch or a couple boxes of milk if I wanted some extra money.
Dinner was usually what ever place was close enough to walk to or bike to or what ever I wanted to make.
I done good tho, graduated highschool with a D average...

 

I think my mother was meaner......she did all that and even made me get a job and pay for my own car, insurance and clothes.

 

Sounds like my Mom. She finally did give up trying to teach me to cook after I set the stove on fire. She was happy though because I worked with my Dad most of the time. Girl friends? After a while she was concerned I my turn, so she started bringing me girls. How can you hate a Mother like that.

 

Yep...I think your mom and mine hung out together to think of mean things for us to do. I also had a job and had to do the lawn, dishes, clothes and clean the house. One year I had to paint the entire house but I did get some $ for it though. I saved just about every penny earned and had a nice bank acct at the end of H.S. 2010...My how things have changed.

 

Dang, man... we didn't ask and you shouldn't have told.

Ya finally got to Mexico, though. Good to know.

 

Dad always made it very clear that if I ever did anything to get put in jail, I had better stay there because it would be a lot worse at home.

My Mom was a mean Mom too!