3. Story

My Teenage years!

I'm now coming to a chapter and several incidents that immediately came to mind when I was accused of some things by my mother and aunt.

I completed my training as a machine fitter and continued to work at this large company. I didn't have a proper profession, but I earned my own money and didn't need to answer to anyone about what I did with it.

That's why I got my driver's license and bought my first car. I was proud of my first car, although it was small, it was mine - a 1100 Simca. All of my friends who were also tradesmen owned a small used car. We were a big group, we met every weekend and went out together and had fun.

Soon after, we decided to install CB radios in our cars, which was very modern and trendy at the time. As soon as we got into our cars, we could call each other, so we always knew where we were meeting and who of my friends was on the way. Some bought a used home station, which I also did later. So I could communicate with my buddies from home.

But I hadn't counted on my mother watching me when I went to my CB radio station and how I operated it.

I had picked up my girlfriend at the time and was on my way to my buddies, the CB radio was of course turned on, suddenly I heard my mother's voice on the call channel. She said,"Where are you, where are you sweetie, don't you want to come home right away!"

I was so ashamed, my girlfriend laughed at me terribly. My buddies had of course also listened and made fun of me. I would have loved to sink into the ground on the spot, I had never expected something like this, my mother made me ridiculous in front of my friends. After that, I had to endure a lot and was of course constantly teased about it.

I confronted my mother about it, but she ignored it and did it again and again. What happened afterwards was that my girlfriend left me, she didn't want a boyfriend who was a mommy's boy and made a fool of himself in front of his friends.

"What made me think at the age of 50 was that she already wanted to tie me up and bind me to herself. She wanted a little boy who never strayed from his mommy and obediently stayed with her.

She wanted to destroy my freedom with all her might, and what she destroyed in me at that moment didn't matter to her. At the time, I explained to her that this was the reason why my girlfriend left me. Her condescending response was, 'Women are all worthless. Be glad she's gone!' I think I was just very angry and didn't think much of it at the time, but today I think very differently about it.

She wanted to keep me like a prisoner. When I came home late, she waited in the kitchen and I had to hear her say, 'If you stay away so long, I can't sleep.' I couldn't do anything at home without her being present. She poked her nose into everything and spied on me everywhere. My father didn't care about any of it.

When I brought a girlfriend