was just reminded of my birthday present last year. Mum has this thing about "Fat" people. I am a 14-16 post baby and have really only started dropping weight since I became pregnant ...... anyhoo, she asks me what I wanted for last years birthday, so I tell her, I need some button open pj's so I can BF, new pants new tops etc. She asks my size so I say to get a 14. She comes with some pants, a singlet top (my birthday is in July) and some PJ ... they were a size 18 and even against her "fat" daughter they were huge for me. I said to her "Mum these are an 18, and I cannot open the front to BF DD" ... "well I thought they were funny, look it says "do not disturb"" I asked her to take them back and she said I'd grow into them ...... they went in the bin the very next day.

My brother was always the golden child. Mum suspected me of doing drugs because I came home from clubbing smelling like stale ciggies and kicked me out of home. She finds a bong and stash in my brothers room, rings me and asks if I knew he was taking drugs and when informed that he had been doing acid and dope for well over a year she said "why didn't you tell me" my response was "come on mum, B and his mate D would be sitting in the lounge off their faces laughing at nothing with blood shot eyes and you didn't notice?" Then I had the ordacity to say "so, are you going to kick him out of home like you did to me when I smelt like dope and it was only stale ciggies?" "oh no, your brother needs help I couldn't throw him out on the streets when he really needs my help"

double standards much!

but it was because I was so outspoken and arguementative that I was always kicked out of home.

man talk about dragging up the past LOL