Good or Bad..??
I could lie to this contest, but i don't believe in lying so i will just say it as it is.
My earliest memories of my mother are her and my Father arguing when i was about 4 or 5 years old, they would argue until the early hours, of course i could hear it all, dispite my crying and pleading for them to stop they still divorced.
I remember her second marriage and her second divorce only a year later, and how she blamed myself and my younger brother on the failure it, my elder sister was of course untouchable, it was all my brother and i fault.
I then remember my mother going to Spain for long periods like 3 months at a time, then 6 months at a time then only coming back to England for a week, before jetting off again, certain sayings she said at those times echo round my head still to this day, like "I am only doing it for you kids you know".
I also remember when i was about 14 years old, her saying something about buying the council house we lived in for a discounted price of £45,000 from actual price of £85,000, but not paying for it herself but getting an investor to buy it through her at the discounted price, as long as the investor was to give her a cash lump sum at time of purchase of a few grand (£4,000 or £5,000), and then after 5 years when my brother, the youngest of the "family" if you want to use that word was 18 years old and legally independent from her, when the house was sold, and whatever the price of the house was sold at, she was to get a percentage of the profit with the investor. I think it was sold for over a £100,000, but don't know exactly how much.
Of course all that was great for everyone, with the unfortunate exception of my brother and i, my sister had gone her own way by that point, maybe she knew something i or my brother didn't. I can remember being served a court order to evict us from the property, and having a few visits from a couple blokes who told us quite sternly we had to get out. I was 19 years old and my brother was 18.
We moved out and into a one bedroom flat with my Father, and the house was sold. Remember.! She was only doing for us kids. We'll she didn't use any of the profit to help us find anywhere to live, so maybe she didn't do it all for us after all? Hmm...?
Although i never did meet him (the late 3rd husband), he was apparently very rich indeed, a Norwegian international banker, who specialised in fixing banks that were not making money properly, or that's what i was told. He was seriously ill from before their wedding, and after he died less than 2 years into their marriage, his family decided to contested the will, in which they succeeded in doing so and left my mother with just half the house she was living in.
Haven't spoken much to her since those days, as it hurts too much to hear things that i don't agree, past and/or present and not say what i think about them, she cannot hear my views without her becoming extremely difficult to talk to.
Its a strange day Mothers day, a day when i feel guilty like i should be thinking of nice things towards my mother, but just don't have them. Its not through any nastiness or bitterness on my behalf, because for some reason i don't hold anything against anyone, although by reading this you may think otherwise or still wouldn't blame me if i did, but i just don't have them.
I do not want to put a downer on this special day for most of you, but if anything, when you read this you'll realise just how special your mums are, and how lucky you are to have them.
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Sorry Mommy.. & 
Thanks For Everything!!!!!
