I had a horrible sMom as a child. She was a child abusing gold digging bitch. I hated her, even then.
And here's one reason why: I was at my Dad's one weekend (please recall that my Dad spent his time working or hunting on weekends when I was there) and my brothers begged sMom to take them to the lake. Well she couldn't leave me so she had to take me with her (I might have been 5 or so)
Well at some point I had to poop. I asked her if she could take me to a bathroom, and she refused, and suggested perhaps I wander down the beach and find one. I know now that there wasn't a public facility because the lake was mostly privately owned. I begged her to help me and she refused and ignored me. Well, I used the bathroom anyway, in my bathing suit, tears streaming down my eyes, embarrassed and ashamed.
She then pointed it out to my brothers, her daughter & son, and they all (including her) started teasing me mercilessly except her son. It was horrible On the way home she made me ride on the floor of the van with my legs under me so I wouldn't mess anything up, and still my brothers and step sibling teased me.
My sbrother, who was almost quite literally the whipping boy just held my hand, but it didn't help.
To this day I get teary eyed thinking about it. My brother brought it up once in a joking sort of way and H shut him down hard.
