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Vicky
Well, if you’ve been taking notes, you know that my mother and I had sort of a dysfunctional relationship. For years she abused me in every possible way known to man! But, for about 15 minutes one day, rage got the best of me. After I left my last foster home, (after being blamed for my foster mom’s son-in-Law’s falling in love with me), I lived my own for a year. But, then, a friend of mine got rough with me, (demanding sexual favors),and I was afraid to live alone.
My mother had an apartment on her own, too, since Lilly was still in foster care.
Long story short, we decided to combine forces and we rented a basement apartment. We got along quite well! I was working, my mother was living in SSI.
On day I received a valentine and a long letter from the guy who got me kicked out of the foster home. He and his wife were back in England, but he said that he couldn’t stop thinking about me. He gave me his ‘phone number, and asked me to call him. He told me when the best time to call was, (in the middle of the night, our time.)
That night, I got up to call him. My mother asked what was going on. I told her that I was placing a call to England to talk to a guy. She flipped out! She said that I couldn’t use the phone, since the call would cost hundreds of dollars. I calmly told her that it was none of her affair, since I paid the phone bill. She kept ranting and raving. Finally, I just smacked her, knocking her down! I sat on her chest and ruthlessly took turns slapping her face on one side, and then the other! I had 18 years of hatred bottled up inside of me. I actually think that I could have killed her without a qualm!
She started yelling, “Call the police! My daughter is hurting me!” The landlady yelled down from the top of the stairs, ” Is everything alright?” I yelled back, calmly, “Oh yes, we’re just having a slight difference of opinion!” she yelled back, “I want the two of you gone tomorrow!”
My mother got up, and went to bed. In the morning we went our separate ways.
