But I will never forget how she treated me when I told her I didn't feel I could continue. We were in the car - an old landrover, quite high from the ground - and she just started screaming about how bad I was. Then when she got out the vehicle, she started trying to tug me out by my arm screaming "GET OUT YOU LITTLE *****" over and over again, still pulling til I fell from that height to the ground, with her still dragging me by my arm. Then started loudly crying "I HATE HER". My dad thankfully didn't join in, cos he was extremely violent and I ended up needing medical treatment once thanks to his temper. But he did start hugging her and telling her she was right to hate me and that they should "get rid of me" and "wanted me out of their house" which wasn't an uncommon thing for them to say before or after. So I continued til I able to get an evening supermarket job. Some parents shouldn't have children.