let's see, where to begin?
Well, she drown a couple of mice or other rodents like hamsters or something. They were the males and they used to eat their babies so instead of separating them, she drown them while I watched.
Once, I took a shower and had a bath towel wrapped around my waist to go to the living room (or off the loving room where my room was) to get some clothes. I had to step over a gate to geek a dog we had in the kitchen. Anyway, when I stepped back over the gate to get back to the bathroom, my mother saw my junk and said "woo hoo!"
She put me in foster care and a little while put my sisters in another foster home. A couple of years later, my mother took my sisters back but I had to remain in foster care.
Once, she hit me so hard, it broke her wrist.
When I was in the hospital, she took a vacation to Canada with my sisters but left me in the hospital. She couldn't have waited.
I was once trying to clean my room but she convinced herself that I was destroying my room and called the police. I had a terrible temper at the time and I didn't take nicely to having the cops called on me over something I wasn't doing so I stormed off and smashed a curio shelf she had.
I used to call every day from the foster home just to talk and say hi. She had to call my social worker and arrange a meeting between her, my foster parents, myself and my social worker in an attempt to limit my phone calls to one a week.
She accused me of beating her when she was dying with breast cancer. After a night in jail, she told the DA that I didn't do it.
Those among other reasons is why I hate my mother. Mostly because he abandoned me but took back my sisters.
Oh, once in family counseling, I called our family "dysfunctional" which we were and my mother took major issue with that. She even went as far as to call my sister's live-in boyfriend more of a son to her than I ever was. Kinda hard when you're stuck in a foster home to be a son to anyone.