May 21, 2007 at 1:25 pm

The Meanest Aunt In The World

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I had the meanest aunt in the whole world. While other kids ate candy for breakfast, I had to have cereal, eggs or toast. When others had cokes and candy for lunch, I had to eat a sandwich. As you can guess, my supper was different than the other kids’ also.

My aunt insisted upon knowing where I’m at all times. You’d think I’m on a chain gang. She had to know who my friends were and where I’m going. She insisted if I said I be gone an hour, that I be gone one hour or less, not one hour and one minute.

I am nearly ashamed to admit it, but she actually struck me. Not once, but each time I had a mind of my own and did as I pleased. Can you imagine someone actually hitting a child just because he disobeyed? Now you can begin to see how mean she really was.

I had to wear clean clothes and take a bath. The other kids always wore their clothes for days. I reached the height of insults because she made my clothes herself, just to save money. Why, oh why, did I have to have an aunt who made me feel different from my friends?

The worst is yet to come. I had to be in bed by nine each night and up at eight the next morning. I couldn’t sleep till noon like my friends. So while they slept, my aunt actually had the nerve to break the child-labor law. She made me work.

I had to wash dishes, make beds, learn to cook and all sorts of cruel things. I believe she laid awake at night thinking up mean things to do to me. She always insisted upon me telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, even if it killed me and it nearly did.

By the time I was a teenagers, she was much wiser, and my life became even more unbearable. None of this tooting the horn of a car for me to come running. She embarrassed me to no end by making my dates and friends come to the door to get me. If I spent the night with a girlfriend, can you imagine she checked on me to see if I were really there.

I forgot to mention, while my friends were dating at the mature age of 12 and 13, my old fashioned aunt refused to let me date until the age of 15 and 16. Fifteen, that is, if you dated only to go to a school function. And that was maybe twice a year.

Through the years, things didn’t improve a bit. I could not lie in bed, “sick” like my friends did, and miss school. If my friends had a toe ache, a hang nail or serious ailment, they could stay home from school. My marks in school had to be up to par.

My friends’ report cards had beautiful colors on them, black for passing, red for failing. My aunt being as different as she was, would settle for nothing less than ugly black marks.

As the years rolled by, I’m graduated from high school. With my aunt behind us, talking, hitting and demanding respect, I was not allowed the pleasure of being a drop-out.

My aunt was a complete failure. I only attained some higher education. I have never ever been arrested or beaten my mate.

And whom do I have to blame for the terrible way I turned out? You’re right, my mean aunt. Look at the things I missed.

I never got to march in a protest parade, nor to take part in a riot, burn draft cards, and a million and one other things that my friends did. She forced me to grow up into God-fearing, educated, honest adults.

Using this as a background, I get what I’m today. I stand a little taller and I am filled with pride. Because, you see, I thank God, he gave me the meanest aunt in the whole world…

Maybe you own someone mean as well! I’m going to tag five person and this five person have to describe who is the meanest person in his/her life.

So now you can read the rest of the story from EeLeen, Undertypo, Ming, May, LB, you (put your link and those you tag here) Let see who s the meanest!