Teresa
My mum....... Does she deserve that name? She was a hugely important part of my life at one time. During my teen years, I placed her on a pedestal and wanted to be like her. I didn't know her but I thought that if I was more like her, she would somehow realise and come back for me. She left me with my grandmother when I was eight for an entire summer. I didn't think she was coming back and was quite content to go between my grandmother's and great grandmother's home, being fed decent meals and getting compliments. Looking back, that was probably the happiest time of my life. Possibly the only period where I wasn't plagued with fear and self disgust. Sadly my mother did drag me out of there eventually with my great grandmother pleading with her to stop while trying to grab me from her wheelchair. My mother said that we could get mcdonalds and that was enough to encourage me to go. She never did get me the mcdonalds. Life quickly reverted to what it had always been w...