Noddy24 wrote:NoNe--
Passion makes non-grammarians of us all. Your English is just fine, particularly for an irate mother.
.
I've just googled "irate mother", from the examples, seems like irate means mean or angry, so logically, u called me "a mean mom"
Well, I am just 20, do not have kids yet, it was just what I felt.
I have a little brother, who is 14 now. I was the one who used to take him to kinder garden, help him to dress up and take shower, feed him and stuff, because my parents used to travel a lot, because of their work, life style etc. He is a very good teenager, and at the age of 7 he used to go to the swimming pool, as my parents wanted us to be into sports. I used to take private classes with my English teacher, so I used to leave him at the pool with his supervisor for two hours, and pick him up after my class, and we used to go home together. Once, I came and could not found him. I asked his supervisor, she told me he was around somewhere, but could not explain me where the hell he went. I was in panic. We lived close(about two miles from my school), I ran home, did not know where he went, I was a child myself(about 11 or 12) but got so scared and felt that responsibility for my little one. I found him at the door crying. I asked him what happened, he told me, a guy was watching him in the pool, and when he went to change he was waiting for him at the entrance to the changing room, and offered him to GIVE HIM A BLOW JOB. My little brother explained it to me like this "He told me to put his penis in my mouth". My brother ran home, the guy followed him, but either did not want to follow him any futher or I dunno what, thanks god he did not catch him. I was so sad that he experienced that. Do u know the feeling, that some bastard, stepped on the holiest, the most loved thing u have? I wish I could've kill that guy. My little one was so silly, that when he was running, he thought We will get mad at him if he will lose his backpack and stuff, that wass carrying all that all the way home. Sometimes, I remember that, I really want to cry, and I think WHAT COULD'VE HAPPEN, IF MY BROTHER COULD NOT GET HOME? OR WE LIVED FUTHER??? I just get scared.
And now my own experience.
Once my mom told me to get some milk from the diary. I went to the store, bought the gallon of milk and when I was walking home, i Just felt thursty. Do u know this things, where u can lean forward and have some water? How is it called, normally they put one in the buildings. U press the button and the water comes out. So, there was one, while I was drinking, A guy on a bike came(maybe 30-40??) he told me, "hey, can u hold my bike, while I'll have some water?" I said ok. I was holding his bike, he came from the behind and told me, "Not like this, like this" and hugged me. I screamed. He started touching me between my legs, I was wearing a skirt. I was screaming, he kissed my lips and just left. I came home all white and could not explain what happened, all I knew was that whatever happened, it was bad and I felt so DIRTY. After nightmares for couple weeks, I woke up one night, went to my parents bedroom and confessed. Still remember how better I felt, I kind of washed off that feeling of Guilt.
and now U tell me, Do I have enough reasons to hate pedophiles and those who stare at kids? U should experience it, I guess, before talking about mental stuff, "natural" or "normal" stuff, like some of u try to call it.