UGH! If I have anymore realizations my head is going to explode!

[Guest guest]

Well, I was reading Gillian's post and some of your responses

regarding the cookie jar and sneaking food. After a while I

remembered how when I was a kid how my step mother would grill me

when she thought I had eaten something she may or may not have

approved of. We were allowed to eat whenever we wanted, but for some

reason she would come and confront me when she thought I had snuck

food. When I lied about it because I felt on the defensive, she would

tell me not to lie. But it was like, if its no big deal then why are

you interrogating me? I also remembered one time when my grandparents

and cousin were visiting all the way from Germany, (my only allies

against the step mother at that time)and my grandparents had bought my

cousin a couple bags of chips and she kept them under the bed. I do

agree that my grandparents spoiled my cousin, but I also have to admit

that they did a pretty good job with me too. Well, anyway, my step

mother HATED this! She confiscated the chips and said that my cousin

couldn't have them unless she shared them with everyone! That ticked

off both of my grandparents and my cousin. This woman had and still

has major control issues. I am realizing now that that is also a

place where I learned that behavior.

Thanking for jogging my memory!

Tanif

[Guest guest]

Ahh!! I can so relate, lol! I remember if my parents brought home any

of the following items they were hidden: granola bars, candy bars,

snack cakes, " good " cereal (anything sugary or expensive). Of course,

I would always look in all the good hiding spots, find food and devour

it all. I remember one time I ate a 5th avenue bar from the hidden

spot, and my parents called us all down to find out which one of us

ate the missing candy bar. I confessed, and my parents told me I'd

already had mine, so I had to watch while everyone else ate theirs.

I remember another time I found the fudge dipped granola bars and ate

the whole box as soon as I found it. Of course, that just reinforced

my parents' idea that we couldn't be trusted with certain foods and

thus they must be hidden and portioned out...sigh.

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> Well, I was reading Gillian's post and some of your responses

> regarding the cookie jar and sneaking food. After a while I

> remembered how when I was a kid how my step mother would grill me

> when she thought I had eaten something she may or may not have

> approved of. We were allowed to eat whenever we wanted, but for some

> reason she would come and confront me when she thought I had snuck

> food.