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I thought about it a lot as a kid. My mother was physically and emotionally abusive, and she encouraged my brother to beat the crap out of me. I wish I had actually done it because it took half my life to recover from the physical and psychological scars.
That's horrible!
I've only known two abusive mothers, and I still hate both of them more than anyone else. One is even stern, hateful and demanding to EVERYONE, while the other once whipped her daughter in front of her cousin (me) and grandparents just for crossing her legs. The first one's son was my first crush/middle school best friend, and he often led a group to bully me (and girls) but was kinder when it was just us.
So yeah, you probably should've run off and maybe even told the police.
My brother and I did when we were really young. We thought our parents were too strict. Packed our lunch boxes and took some towels and headed over to where the babysitter lived down a few houses. Our parents stood at the door and waved. They thought it was funny. The babysitters parents told us they had no extra bedrooms for us so we had to go back home.
Did I ever run away? Not really. I used to just leave and stay at a friends or boyfriends house, even on school nights. I still went to school and drove to work, so my father saw me every day, even if it wasn't "home" I also had parents that didn't care. It was a way different world back in the 70's and 80's. My father called me his wild child right before he passed.
Lots of kids weren't wanted. I was one of them and I found out why when I was 40 and my dad was fighting terminal leukemia. He was the only one I was close to.
Many kids that ran away by hitch hiking lost their lives from serial killers. There are a ton of John and Jane Doe's from back then. I'm lucky that I wasn't one of them but I could have been
Yes I did several times
Chalk it up to stupidity.
Older friend needed a companion.
She
Didn’t want to leave home alone.
I was 15
Gratefully nothing bad happened
Back in the ^60s. A kinder, gentler time. (Sarcasm)
Yes, sort of...I won't go into the why, but I was 16. I crawled out of my bedroom window and walked to a 7-11 that was about a mile away. I called my best friend to pick me up. She took me to her house. Her mother made me call my mother and let her know where I was. It's was kind of unusual my friend's mother did that. She was an alcoholic and we got away with a lot of stuff at my friend's house. I guess she wasn't drunk that evening.
No, because I knew even as a child that no one else in the world was going to let me live in their house for free and tend to me whenever I was ill. As bad of a lonely, sad life I had growing up, everything I needed was provided by BOTH parents, while everyone else out there in the world stole and picked at me just for laughs. I have always preferred a sense of security over potentially hazardous impulses. Yes, I'm a bore and I know it.
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