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As a child I was quite challenging for my parents and questioned everything because I desired to learn. When I was eight years old my Mother who was frustrated with her four children, I am the eldest, packed a few pieces of my clothing, placed me into the car and drove me to the orphanage for the purpose of giving me away. During the brief drive, she screamed and hit me. Upon arrival, she laughed and said she was serious but wanted to put the fear of God into me. My parents were conservative Baptists and we practiced this faith 24/7. My parents and definitely my Mother had no qualms about hitting us with belt, belt buckle, slaps across the face, threatening us with telling our friends and friends of parents and relatives that we were disobedient, etc... We would be punished for a single crumb on the kitchen counter. If we expressed that we did not want to go to church or had homework we were hit and during the punishment yelling ensued. All of the while telling us that this hurts me more than you. (big lie huge) and that children should be seen and not heard (another big lie). Also, God wants us to punish you because he loves us and you. (another big lie). I am now 60 years of age and have decided to part company with my Mother. My father passed away in 2001. If she could my Mother would still beat her children. Often she expressed when her grandchildren misbehaved that they needed a "good beating". How can the words good and beating be used in an intelligent sentence? My siblings and I graduated college and my parents (especially Mom) would have preferred that we remain ignorant. My Mother's favorite word is stupid and uses it frequently because she lacks the vocabulary skills to communicate intelligently. I am sick of her crap even if she is 84 years of age. The day that she made the decision to give me away and during the drive, something inside me shut down and died. That is not the love of a "christian" Mother and to this day I do not believe that she loves me and I certainly do not trust her.

Babbs