As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
People still always want to know about me, and I was telling TL today about a Christmas past which is an indicator about how my life was.
For Christmas we always got some kind of holiday from school. As the older siblings had left, that meant it was just me and the old man and the mother, translated "I got the entire brunt of these two's whatever view of humanity was".
So for Christmas vacation, the old man had decided we were going to move our catte herd a few miles to pasture them on corn fodder in the field.
That would include putting up an electric fence to keeping them in, and then moving them morning and night for water to get them home.
Days were about 8:30 to 4:30 pm so you get the darkness that set in.
So first day out of school, the old man springs his plan. They sat in the pick up herding, while I got to ride the horse in 18 degree weather, snow and the ground was slick.
Well the cattle were cattle in you always had some act up, and I was at 14 responsible for herding them all, as why would the fucking old man not drive the 4 wheel drive as that would help...no it was the 2 wheel drive.
A mile from home as we crossed the highway, there was trouble, and I had to get around the cattle. I said it was slick, so the horse went down as I was turning, he pinned me under him, and my leg was almost broke.
Now how would you or your parents react to that tragedy?
Think about it for a bit.
As I was laying there, rubber boots on, as I could not kick free from the stirrups, I heared the high pitched bellowing of my old man, chewing my fucking ass as he always did.
No concern about me in the least. He was screaming at me about the cattle getting away. I got up, limped with my sprain to get on the horse and off I road, putting all my weight on the left foot as it hurt to put weight on the right.
I got them rounded up, we moved them the next mile and there I sat in my usual misery, pouting and anger over being treated like shit again.
Now what was the next event you as a parent would decide upon with a kid who is hurt?
My parents caring was I got offered to sit in the pick up to warm up. No talk of doctors, no talk of how bad I was hurt.
I turned them down, sat there in the cold, and after more pestering, I got into the pick up for a few minutes to just shut them the fuck up so they would leave me alone. I got out and sat on the horse in the cold again.
4 hours later, I was driving the cattle back home in more cold with my sprained ankel.
Now after seeing the kid was really hurt, what would you have done when you saw your kid limping and hopping around?
My parents did nothing..........except I got to go move cattle the entire Christmas vacation twice a day, and my main concern was how in the hell I was going to get on the bus and walk around in school when I went back.
I remember limping as that ankel hurt like hell.
So when people talk about Christmas memories, that is one of mine. Time has only increased my loathing and hatred of those two abusive creatures who never deserved be called parents.
This is the kind of abuse that went on all the time with me, with a brother picking on me and my asshole sisters deciding how I should behave.
For an eternity, I never want anything to do with any of those people ever again, even if somehow in God's Grace they get into Heaven.
You got misery in your life. You got company children and brats as I been through it all and know how it all feels.
Merry Christmas.
Nuff Said
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