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Whenever I became cross with my mother, I would think of ways to kill myself because, I figured, my death would bring her a great deal of depression and sorrow.
Also, when I was about 4 years old, my grandmother died...and there was a funeral.
But, the funeral day was the same exact day that the local amusement park (it would open annually and stay for a month or two) was due to close, so my brothers and I begged my mother to take us there instead of her going to the funeral...And she did. Oh gods, I feel so guilty now. I never understood the gravity of that woman's death until I was 13 years old.
Also, I manipulated my mother a lot. We're not incredibly wealthy, she's a single-parent now that my father divorced and we hadn't gone on vacation for 10 years (this was when I was 14). So, whenever my friends would tell me that "Hey, this summer, I'm off to Japan." or..."Hey, next week, I'm going to Disney!" I'd become rather envious. I'd taunt my mother about why we never go on such vacations and rub my friends' joy in her face to show her how miserable and cheap we were compared to everybody else. [/spoiler/]
