re: #119 wrenchwench

For all of 5th and 6th grade my mother made us peanut butter and oleo sandwiches, cheese curls (Cheetos’ cheaper. more disgusting cousin), and off brand marshmallow pies for lunch. Every. Goddamned. Day. Two years straight. At first it was because it was cheap and filling. After a few months when we kids started complaining she kept it up to teach us a lesson. The second year it was because she always was kind of a dick. As I recall Dad was making some good money after joining the painter’s union, so she could have given us bologna once in awhile. Or even braunschweiger fer chrissakes.

One day in year two I had a bit of a breakdown at school and just couldn’t deal with that lunch. Again. The school called my mom and she told them to send me home for lunch, where of course she made me eat that same damned lunch. Like I said, dick.