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Reply 1

I would never, if i did, i would be thrown out of the house and never allowed back in quicker than you could click your fingers.

Reply 2

Haha no but "(which could be myself)" really made me laugh for some reason.
Pictured someone sitting at home in a mask and cape going "They'll never know bahaha!" and voting...

Reply 3

if i ever tried it- the repercussions would be dyer, it comes down to respect, people that do it have none.

Reply 4

i locked my mum in the airing cupboard once...

thats because she chased me with a teapot....

and u think im joking.....

Reply 5

i have done once, my stepdad is/can be a bully who could be a bit free with his fists a lot of the time eventually me and my brother got too big, at one point when my bother was 15 i was 17 my dad went to punch my borther it was the last straw and we hit back, niether of us are small and he came off the worst - hes never done it since

now 9 years later we get on fine

Reply 6

My brother tends to be qutie violent against our mum - my mum will ask if he's alright and how's work and he'll just cut her down every time. He doesn't have a problem with our dad, he's fine with him, just flips whenever mum tries to speak to him

Reply 7

munchie_rox
i locked my mum in the airing cupboard once...

thats because she chased me with a teapot....

and u think im joking.....



haha that really made me laugh! can just picture a woman running after her kid waving a tea pot around :tongue: :jerry:

Reply 8

Never, I like my parents too much. God help any of my siblings if they ever try it though, I would honestly kick the **** out of them.

Reply 9

No, I wouldn't even dare swear at my parents, I respect them (and fear- my dad :redface:) far too much.

Reply 10

Never ever ever. No sir.

Reply 11

This title made me laugh, it's like you wanna start a society or something.

Reply 12

IAmElectroBoy
Haha no but "(which could be myself)" really made me laugh for some reason.
Pictured someone sitting at home in a mask and cape going "They'll never know bahaha!" and voting...


Ahh, you like Robots In Disguise :biggrin:

Reply 13

I turned out that I have no respect for my parents.

My father was always physically abusive and from the ages of 9-17 I was repeatedly raped by him. My mother turned out to not be my mother but my aunt; my father had cheated on his wife with her sister - the result was me. I was never wanted or needed.

One time, I lost it with my mother. I do everything: I please my father, please the whole family, keep its secrets, keep house. I was frying crepes...and she said something and I lost it. I hit her with the frying pan; she sustained no real damages. Later on, I jumped out of the car (she ruined what little I have - my image - before people who I respected) and just started walking away. I knew if I was around her I couldn't control my anger. She followed me - I was expected for a party with my family. No excuses could be made for me; it was promised I would play my adaptation of a piece from Carmen on the piano. She couldn't lose face. She got out of the car - and I slapped her. Hard. I remember she sat down on the ground, holding her nose, and said, "I hate you." Everything else is hazy - when I lose my temper, I lose recollection of a lot surrounding what happened.

A couple of days ago - I was pushed to my limit, and then...the limit was broken. To make a long story short, I told my father how my "mother" ruined everything. How before she came everything was alright, he was different (it's true; when my 'mother' left my father for a bit, it was the most blissful time in my life...I took care of my father, he came home, we ate dinner, we played cards, we went biking, we read, we talked...we were a family!). He dared me to hit him: I did. Then, I just remember crying...for fear, for my lack of childhood, for never having a real family, for the unfairness of it all.

Reply 14

what is anyone suposed to say after that without feeling like a cock. im sorry to hear about all the bad things though. as they say that cannot kill me only makes me stronger.

Reply 15

Ellie1989
what is anyone suposed to say after that without feeling like a cock. im sorry to hear about all the bad things though. as they say that cannot kill me only makes me stronger.


Oh, don't feel like a cock. It's quite alright; if you knew me in RL, you would see I'm well-adjusted, and am generally doing well for myself. Really. I promise. What happened, happened. :hugs:

Reply 16

when i was 13 - 14 my mum would slap me round the face if we had an arguement. & we'd have full on cat fights. Very bad, my mothers not the sanest of people. I hate violence, but ill defend myself whatever.
My sister is always smashing glasses at my Dad. So that's pretty violent. She couldn't really hit him seriously because she is tiny.

Reply 17

Anonymous
I turned out that I have no respect for my parents.

My father was always physically abusive and from the ages of 9-17 I was repeatedly raped by him. My mother turned out to not be my mother but my aunt; my father had cheated on his wife with her sister - the result was me. I was never wanted or needed.

One time, I lost it with my mother. I do everything: I please my father, please the whole family, keep its secrets, keep house. I was frying crepes...and she said something and I lost it. I hit her with the frying pan; she sustained no real damages. Later on, I jumped out of the car (she ruined what little I have - my image - before people who I respected) and just started walking away. I knew if I was around her I couldn't control my anger. She followed me - I was expected for a party with my family. No excuses could be made for me; it was promised I would play my adaptation of a piece from Carmen on the piano. She couldn't lose face. She got out of the car - and I slapped her. Hard. I remember she sat down on the ground, holding her nose, and said, "I hate you." Everything else is hazy - when I lose my temper, I lose recollection of a lot surrounding what happened.

A couple of days ago - I was pushed to my limit, and then...the limit was broken. To make a long story short, I told my father how my "mother" ruined everything. How before she came everything was alright, he was different (it's true; when my 'mother' left my father for a bit, it was the most blissful time in my life...I took care of my father, he came home, we ate dinner, we played cards, we went biking, we read, we talked...we were a family!). He dared me to hit him: I did. Then, I just remember crying...for fear, for my lack of childhood, for never having a real family, for the unfairness of it all.

That's probably the most intense thing I've ever read on TSR.

Reply 18

Adhsur
That's probably the most intense thing I've ever read on TSR.




:ditto:

Reply 19

When I was in year nine I went round this girls house for tea (lovely house, sweet parents, very spoilt) and she literally threw a wobbly about nothing and slapped her mum and they ended up having a catfight on the kitchen floor. I was like :eek4:! Never went round there again though.