When I was 5 my mom put me in boarding school, I hated it and made myself pass out, my lips and fingertips would go blue and the school would rush me to hospital. As soon as my mom came I was right as rain. I could go home every weekend but my mom preferred to fetch me once a month and forgot to fetch me on Friday, on Saturday I called and asked her to come fetch me she said no that she was too hung over and would see me the weekend after. I remember sitting in the back of the car looking at her (before boarding school age) and thinking that she was the most beautiful amazing person and how much I loved her, the bond was broken. Then life happened I was in boarding school until I was raped by a date and lost my virginity, eventually I concocted a plan to fall pregnant at the age of a ripe 15 years, just to escape the boarding school I was at and having to live with my mother. My baby was 3 months old when the baby's father and I broke up(surprise, surprise). My mother told me I had until 4 o'clock to be out of her house. I don't know how I survived I had just turned 16, I managed to get a flat (how someone entered into a contract with a 16 year old I will never understand, but I was grateful, I had nothing I moved in with a single bed mattress and my baby's carry cot, I bought take aways to keep the polystyrene to eat off of, I hired a nanny to watch my child at night while I waitressed and during the day did my Gr 12 through correspondence. I am now 33 married and have another child (4), my mother lives in a flat on our property and tells whoever will listen that she lives in the servants quarters, and can't believe that her child that she had such a hard time raising treats her this bad, I wish she would look at my life and look at her life and just say SORRY!!!