Here is my horrible mother story;
I was 10 years old. I got an allowance of $1 per week. I saved up my weekly allowance until I had saved $5.
I wanted to buy my mother a birthday present. Every night after dinner she sat down in front of the tv, reading a book. So I decided to buy her a book.
I found one, a big one. Murder mystery. Bought it, with a small card, wrapped it. Gave it to her the next week, on her birthday.
She took the book into her bedroom, screamed and screamed. My father ran from the bathroom to the bedroom asking her "what is wrong?" She screamed louder; "my son wants me dead!"
After a 1/2 hour, he came to me, asked me why I gave her a book for her birthday. I told him about her reading at night.
He told me that she tore up the card, flushed it down the toilet. Said it was her obituary notice and tore the book to shreds.
I looked at him and said "I will never give her a birthday present again!" I never did.
What is your horror story?.
2007-01-20
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