no JoolsToo....there weren't.....I can't remember her even taking me to the park or playing a game with me....not once
She used to beat me to within an inch of my life then have to keep me off school, telling me that it was 'our secret'.
I used to get grounded for no reason.....I even got grounded for a month on christmas day once cos I was slow doing the christmas dinner dishes...at the age of 7.
We never used to go out anywhere together......she always went to my sisters parents evenings and concerts. My sister was a result of a relationship she had while divorcing my father, and she has always loved and doted on her more.
When I got my GCSE results, they werent good enough....that her bosses daughter got better grades than me......not one 'well done' or 'I'm proud of you'
She wouldn't come to my wedding cos she didn't like me getting married.
She used to send me to my grandfathers every weekend despite desperate pleas from me not to.....he used to rape and abuse me every weekend for 4 years. I would make myself sick and would come home bleeding from 'there' and she still kept sending me. I used to eat and eat and got really fat cos I thought that if I made myself fat and ugly he would leave me alone.....but he didn't..........
She never used to let me go out to play. I was always sent to my room. I had no friends.
She was disappointed in me when I said I was pregnant with ds1...the first thing she said is..'oh...well you can have an abotion up until 24 weeks anyway....'
I remember once, she had me on the bedroom floor (tiled) and had her hands wrapped round my neck really tight, bashing my head against the floor......I remember everything going black.....then I woke up in bed and mums boyfriend saying that he had pulled her off of me....I really believe she meant to kill me. She never apologised for it and to this day denys doing it.
She used to repeatedly kick me out of the house at night, and I used to wander around wondering where to go. It was always her boyfriend who came and found me in the end, and was always me who had to apologise for making her do it.
She never let me see my father....the weekend I was going to see him for the first time in 9 years, he didn't turn up.....he was laying dead at the bottom of his stairs.
I swear she hates me cos I am my fathers daughter.....she would never talk about him to me....and there is so much I want to know.....
When I started making myself sick and developed an eating disorder she just called me a stupid cow......no offer of love, help or support.....this peaked when I was dating my now DH....in the end she kicked me out....I never went back but the critisism continued....
She never once said that she was proud of me. I can't even remember having a cuddle from her......ever.
It all hurts so much.....and this is barely even scraping the surface......