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		<title>By: HANS</title>
		<link>http://pure-essence.net/2001/09/25/my-moms-crazy/#comment-18981</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 14:10:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[HAHAHAHA you really have no idea what it is to have an evil mother my mum/Lucifer or Lucy is true evil! BELIEVE me when I say make no mistake about it! my mother had 5 children and I am the youngest of the five in all 2 girls and 3 boys at 26 years old. when I was a young boy about 7 or 8 I was constantly subject to domestic violence in the form of my step dad and mother fighting!I used to sit at the top of the staircase waiting for the screaming to stop. my mum always to put her men first and her kids way down the end of the scale... We was neglected as a young boys with me and my two brothers all sharing the same tin of beans or tinned spagettie, we used to add curry powder or butter to them to make them more appealing! The fighting went on for about 10 years with my eldest brother leaving home as a result of the constant hell that we where all subjected to everyday! we couldnt have friends from school round or nothing like that coz my mother used to cause arguments regularly and the police where called out frequently with sometimes 4 or 5 officers! my mum is a sociopath her weapons are peoples emotions and she is ruthless in her actions manipulating others to achieve her own ends no matter what the costs! my two sisters are the 1st and 2nd eldest  so I will refer to them as 1 and 2 they both left home at very young ages due to the twisted workings of my mother i.e attacking one of them-sister 2- with a coffee mug a splitting her head open for answering back, she had over 9 stitches in her skull, Anyway they both left home when I was very young and me and my 2 brothers where close as we only had eachother, my eldest bro third in line-bro 3- was like a father figure to me and my other elder bro-bro 4- who had learning difficulties but with only a 16mths between me and him I felt the wiser, our clothes all came from charity shops sometimes 2 or 3 sizes to big! we used try and fit in at school but when everyone else had so much more then us we where just kids and so it was hard! my mum had a gambling habit and spent alot of her time down the bingo hall, where her money went. she would come back with a packet of space raiders for me and my brothers when she had lost all her money so it was a short lived treat for us but crisps are crisps to young kids and looking back on our childhood we really appreciated every little thing we had. me and my 2 older bros used to try and avoid being indoors after school as we all knew that the arguments where imminent without fail every day, we never got brought a football but we had our own methods of finding ways to play footie, one night after school my eldest bro heard my mother screaming in the kitchen he ran in to find her clutching a 11&quot; kitchen knife and slicing her wrists.. it was very common for us lads to see the sight of blood,
our step dad wasnt a saint by any means but looking back I can understand what she put him through, she would say to him things like his best friend known for 34 years tryed to rape her, she sat there on the kitchen floor and let her waters break when she was pregnant with my stepbrother and he died in birth quiet possibly as a result of her not acting because she wanted to hurt him..just one of the many lengths that my EVIL mother would go to to make someone feel hurt! when I was 6 she drove with me to beachy head cliffs in southern england and told my stepdad she was going over the edge and that it was too late do anything! when he left the venom of my mother shifted to me and she constantly vexed me even now by insulting my girlfriends and deliberately causing me problems! there is no logic in her mind only selfishness and self worth, I do not want to go into much more detail about my childhood but everything that I have written is only the tip of the iceberg and much more twisted truths have yet to be spoken she is a very collective, sly, deviant person, an even had me sent to prison! A few winters ago I was on the streets when my ex girlfriend and me broke up and I was staying at my aunties for a time my mum kicked me out of my aunts and moved herself into my room and saw me on the streets 3 weeks before christmas! I was staying at a friends and got quiet drunk and his dad came home unexpected and kicked me out at 3am so I went to sleep in my mums freezing car. After she gave me the keys I thought I would drive it somewhere out of sight of the public eye and I got stopped by the police and arrested for car theft and dd! she had the chance to tell the police that she gave me her keys but instead she did nothing and I was sent to prison for 12mths and banned for 3yrs needlessly! I was tagged to her address and she would regularly threaten to have me sent back to prison if I didnt do what she wanted even over silly things like make her a cup of tea! she is one lazy ***** and weighs over 19stone, all of her partners have left her saying she is insane and all of her kids hate her too including me and at 57 years old she has not changed one bit!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>HAHAHAHA you really have no idea what it is to have an evil mother my mum/Lucifer or Lucy is true evil! BELIEVE me when I say make no mistake about it! my mother had 5 children and I am the youngest of the five in all 2 girls and 3 boys at 26 years old. when I was a young boy about 7 or 8 I was constantly subject to domestic violence in the form of my step dad and mother fighting!I used to sit at the top of the staircase waiting for the screaming to stop. my mum always to put her men first and her kids way down the end of the scale&#8230; We was neglected as a young boys with me and my two brothers all sharing the same tin of beans or tinned spagettie, we used to add curry powder or butter to them to make them more appealing! The fighting went on for about 10 years with my eldest brother leaving home as a result of the constant hell that we where all subjected to everyday! we couldnt have friends from school round or nothing like that coz my mother used to cause arguments regularly and the police where called out frequently with sometimes 4 or 5 officers! my mum is a sociopath her weapons are peoples emotions and she is ruthless in her actions manipulating others to achieve her own ends no matter what the costs! my two sisters are the 1st and 2nd eldest  so I will refer to them as 1 and 2 they both left home at very young ages due to the twisted workings of my mother i.e attacking one of them-sister 2- with a coffee mug a splitting her head open for answering back, she had over 9 stitches in her skull, Anyway they both left home when I was very young and me and my 2 brothers where close as we only had eachother, my eldest bro third in line-bro 3- was like a father figure to me and my other elder bro-bro 4- who had learning difficulties but with only a 16mths between me and him I felt the wiser, our clothes all came from charity shops sometimes 2 or 3 sizes to big! we used try and fit in at school but when everyone else had so much more then us we where just kids and so it was hard! my mum had a gambling habit and spent alot of her time down the bingo hall, where her money went. she would come back with a packet of space raiders for me and my brothers when she had lost all her money so it was a short lived treat for us but crisps are crisps to young kids and looking back on our childhood we really appreciated every little thing we had. me and my 2 older bros used to try and avoid being indoors after school as we all knew that the arguments where imminent without fail every day, we never got brought a football but we had our own methods of finding ways to play footie, one night after school my eldest bro heard my mother screaming in the kitchen he ran in to find her clutching a 11&#8243; kitchen knife and slicing her wrists.. it was very common for us lads to see the sight of blood,<br />
our step dad wasnt a saint by any means but looking back I can understand what she put him through, she would say to him things like his best friend known for 34 years tryed to rape her, she sat there on the kitchen floor and let her waters break when she was pregnant with my stepbrother and he died in birth quiet possibly as a result of her not acting because she wanted to hurt him..just one of the many lengths that my EVIL mother would go to to make someone feel hurt! when I was 6 she drove with me to beachy head cliffs in southern england and told my stepdad she was going over the edge and that it was too late do anything! when he left the venom of my mother shifted to me and she constantly vexed me even now by insulting my girlfriends and deliberately causing me problems! there is no logic in her mind only selfishness and self worth, I do not want to go into much more detail about my childhood but everything that I have written is only the tip of the iceberg and much more twisted truths have yet to be spoken she is a very collective, sly, deviant person, an even had me sent to prison! A few winters ago I was on the streets when my ex girlfriend and me broke up and I was staying at my aunties for a time my mum kicked me out of my aunts and moved herself into my room and saw me on the streets 3 weeks before christmas! I was staying at a friends and got quiet drunk and his dad came home unexpected and kicked me out at 3am so I went to sleep in my mums freezing car. After she gave me the keys I thought I would drive it somewhere out of sight of the public eye and I got stopped by the police and arrested for car theft and dd! she had the chance to tell the police that she gave me her keys but instead she did nothing and I was sent to prison for 12mths and banned for 3yrs needlessly! I was tagged to her address and she would regularly threaten to have me sent back to prison if I didnt do what she wanted even over silly things like make her a cup of tea! she is one lazy ***** and weighs over 19stone, all of her partners have left her saying she is insane and all of her kids hate her too including me and at 57 years old she has not changed one bit!</p>
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		<title>By: daisy</title>
		<link>http://pure-essence.net/2001/09/25/my-moms-crazy/#comment-9298</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 00:15:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[Comment ID #272486 Will Be Quoted Here]

oh yea, i am done with college, got a medical degree and still feel like cr*p when i am with her.  right now she isnt speaking to me for whatever i did wrong which i cannot even think of.  gosh do i want to just scream/die/cry/run away.......]]></description>
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<p>oh yea, i am done with college, got a medical degree and still feel like cr*p when i am with her.  right now she isnt speaking to me for whatever i did wrong which i cannot even think of.  gosh do i want to just scream/die/cry/run away&#8230;&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: daisy</title>
		<link>http://pure-essence.net/2001/09/25/my-moms-crazy/#comment-9297</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 00:11:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[yea, i totally agree with jason ALL THE WAY.  i cant say anymore.    dam, i hope i never become like that....]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>yea, i totally agree with jason ALL THE WAY.  i cant say anymore.    dam, i hope i never become like that&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Tan</title>
		<link>http://pure-essence.net/2001/09/25/my-moms-crazy/#comment-9296</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Tan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 14:40:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i totally understand this feeling. All my mom care is about money everyone in my family hated her but there totally nothing we could do. I just accidentally took her bag n left it in my brother room and she come out scolding and hitting me saying i was trying to stole her money while not even a sen was gone. now i couldn&#039;t even attend my semi final badminton competition i don&#039;t know why but sometime when i try to understand her she doesn&#039;t seem to be trying to understand me is one damn fucking life]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i totally understand this feeling. All my mom care is about money everyone in my family hated her but there totally nothing we could do. I just accidentally took her bag n left it in my brother room and she come out scolding and hitting me saying i was trying to stole her money while not even a sen was gone. now i couldn&#8217;t even attend my semi final badminton competition i don&#8217;t know why but sometime when i try to understand her she doesn&#8217;t seem to be trying to understand me is one damn fucking life</p>
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		<title>By: Jason</title>
		<link>http://pure-essence.net/2001/09/25/my-moms-crazy/#comment-9295</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 22:05:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[*hugs* so sorry to hear about your mom. My mom is also Asian, money-obsessed and obsessed with prestige. I was valedictorian, graduated magna from Berkeley and at the top of my class in law but she thinks I&#039;m complete trash b/c I&#039;ve decided I&#039;d rather spent my life doing something actually useful to society like educational technology research rather than helping corporations make rich people richer. All she ever talks about is money. I seriously think she has some kind of bipolar depressive disorder because she&#039;s always angry all the time. She&#039;s been emotionally abusing me since I was born. Its so horrible, I know how you feel, although your mom seems worse, which I didn&#039;t think was humanly possible. I&#039;m so sorry. I&#039;d suggest just moving out, do whatever it takes to get away from mother&#039;s poison and just be your own person. If it is means delaying your education, just get a job and get out of that toxic environment. You&#039;re only alive for so long (77 years is average), don&#039;t waste years of your life being unhappy. Asian parents are the worst, don&#039;t care what anybody says. Its like a whole race of cold, unfeeling, money-obsessed people who pawn their kids off like trophys. I&#039;m so sorry honey. Many *hugs* and hope it all works out for you. You&#039;re taking discrete math so must be a bright girl, just be independent (I know its hard) and your brilliance will help you accomplish all your dreams.

*hugs* again....]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>*hugs* so sorry to hear about your mom. My mom is also Asian, money-obsessed and obsessed with prestige. I was valedictorian, graduated magna from Berkeley and at the top of my class in law but she thinks I&#8217;m complete trash b/c I&#8217;ve decided I&#8217;d rather spent my life doing something actually useful to society like educational technology research rather than helping corporations make rich people richer. All she ever talks about is money. I seriously think she has some kind of bipolar depressive disorder because she&#8217;s always angry all the time. She&#8217;s been emotionally abusing me since I was born. Its so horrible, I know how you feel, although your mom seems worse, which I didn&#8217;t think was humanly possible. I&#8217;m so sorry. I&#8217;d suggest just moving out, do whatever it takes to get away from mother&#8217;s poison and just be your own person. If it is means delaying your education, just get a job and get out of that toxic environment. You&#8217;re only alive for so long (77 years is average), don&#8217;t waste years of your life being unhappy. Asian parents are the worst, don&#8217;t care what anybody says. Its like a whole race of cold, unfeeling, money-obsessed people who pawn their kids off like trophys. I&#8217;m so sorry honey. Many *hugs* and hope it all works out for you. You&#8217;re taking discrete math so must be a bright girl, just be independent (I know its hard) and your brilliance will help you accomplish all your dreams.</p>
<p>*hugs* again&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Pure-Essence.Net &#187; dodo has been online for ten years</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Pure-Essence.Net &#187; dodo has been online for ten years]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 02:12:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] usually fill my blog with my personal problems but sometimes i do feel like ranting a little. this is the only other entry i can think of where i went into some details about my mom. and i&#8217;ve also encountered plenty [...] ]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] usually fill my blog with my personal problems but sometimes i do feel like ranting a little. this is the only other entry i can think of where i went into some details about my mom. and i&#8217;ve also encountered plenty [...] </p>
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		<title>By: sigrun</title>
		<link>http://pure-essence.net/2001/09/25/my-moms-crazy/#comment-9293</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2002 20:13:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m so sorry for you... I don&#039;t know what to say, but don&#039;t let her break you!]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m so sorry for you&#8230; I don&#8217;t know what to say, but don&#8217;t let her break you!</p>
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		<title>By: carol</title>
		<link>http://pure-essence.net/2001/09/25/my-moms-crazy/#comment-9292</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2001 11:24:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[my family has it&#039;s share of problems, but we&#039;re pretty happy in general. reading that entry, i&#039;m so sorry dodo. i can only imagine what it&#039;s like to live under your roof. and i&#039;m sure you&#039;ll be 1000000000 times better than your mom! i don&#039;t know you personally, but someone who is so kind and helpful must be the nicest person in the world. i hope you feel better! there are heaps of stuff we can all be grateful for, so when you&#039;re feeling down, make sure you think about close friends, as well as friends like us who is here for you. :) if all else fails, chocolate usually helps. :)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my family has it&#8217;s share of problems, but we&#8217;re pretty happy in general. reading that entry, i&#8217;m so sorry dodo. i can only imagine what it&#8217;s like to live under your roof. and i&#8217;m sure you&#8217;ll be 1000000000 times better than your mom! i don&#8217;t know you personally, but someone who is so kind and helpful must be the nicest person in the world. i hope you feel better! there are heaps of stuff we can all be grateful for, so when you&#8217;re feeling down, make sure you think about close friends, as well as friends like us who is here for you. <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  if all else fails, chocolate usually helps. <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Carlina</title>
		<link>http://pure-essence.net/2001/09/25/my-moms-crazy/#comment-9291</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2001 21:24:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Aww.. :( I&#039;m so sorry! I know how you feel though. But it&#039;s with my dad. He doesn&#039;t care about me at all, he is married to this evil woman &amp; she always lies to get us in trouble &amp; to get &quot;whipped&quot;. He went a little too far the last time I was there &amp; he said he would do it again too! So, I&#039;m really sorry. Just try not to let it ruin your life = )~ *hugs* ]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Aww.. <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' />  I&#8217;m so sorry! I know how you feel though. But it&#8217;s with my dad. He doesn&#8217;t care about me at all, he is married to this evil woman &amp; she always lies to get us in trouble &amp; to get &#8220;whipped&#8221;. He went a little too far the last time I was there &amp; he said he would do it again too! So, I&#8217;m really sorry. Just try not to let it ruin your life = )~ *hugs* </p>
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		<title>By: Ronni</title>
		<link>http://pure-essence.net/2001/09/25/my-moms-crazy/#comment-9290</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2001 18:50:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If you need a shoulder to cry on, you know where to reach me.]]></description>
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