best worst mum award!

I had the meanest mother in the whole world. 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 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. There were bruises all over our bodies. Sometimes we had to hide those bruises with our clothes.We reached the height of insults because she controlled us from not going out as often just to save money. Which made us feel so left out from our peers. Why, oh why, did we have to have a mother who made us feel different from our friends? We had to wear our outfits she loved us to wear, We just had to follow whatever she wants us to do. The worst is yet to come. We had to be in bed early and up at seven the next morning. We couldn't sleep till noon like our friends. We still have that CURFEWS! 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.. We just had to tell her everything. Such an annoying busybody mum dont you think? VERY GAGO i must say..Whats the benefit there? SHE IS ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU THROUGH YOUR UPS AND DOWNS. THATS THE BEST OF IT!! dont miss your chances spending quality times with your mums.. being close to her is one of the BESTEST times.. she will NEVER fail to be there for you.. this i PROMISE.. she wont..

By the time we were teenagers, 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. When im out with my boyfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there? Like prolly every 30 minutes i suppose? 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. Hmm..

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.
As the years rolled by, first one and then the other of us was put to shame. We were graduated from high school. With our mother behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, none of us was allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out. My mother was a complete failure as a mother. You're right, our mean mother. Look at the things we missed. We missed being rascal hooligans? We missed our "uneducated" life. She forced us to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride to have a mum as mean as she can be. So what the hell? you think having a controlled mum is annoying? thats because she cares and loves you so much. shut the hell up if you go around complaining about your mothers. they're just doing their best to raise a good child. without them we wouldnt be here. think about it. with all the pain after all the bleeding and burden carrying us for 9 freaking months? and look what we are doing now? it is because of her annoying and irritating voice that goes boom, boom, boom every single day.. we're grown up to be who we are now.. we only have one mother.. and they are irreplaceable.. trust me.. the meaner your mum is.. the feeling of shutting her up when shes angry and always thinks shes ruining your life? hate her all you want but she is still your mum and she was the one who made you see the world.. despite those offensive words shes been screaming at me, she never fails to love me wholeheartedly and provides me with things i needed.. HATING your mum wouldnt bring you anywhere.. that regret feeling would somehow be felt.. Well mummy.. i dont care what other people say about you.. youre my mum.. MINE.. im sorry if im saying foul words here mummy.. but i really dont give a damn of how people are saying about you as in how controlled you are to me, how crazy or lunatic you are, how insane you can be when you go SCREAMING YOUR VOICE out loud.. da hell.. who cares? which mum doesnt raise their voices at you? fortunately my mum does that and i love her as who she is.. She made me be who i am now and i am proud ive been raised by her..

Because you see,
I thank God,
He gave me the meanest mother the whole world.