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Ignorance will kill your children

Let’s call her Mrs or maybe Ms. They never got married. Then he moved away and they had separate households. He moved back and they got a terrace house on the housing estate. It was more posh to live there than in the tenement flats on the other side of the street. Well you did have a house with two levels but really you didn’t have more space. She’s called Mrs because they had a child and you are called Mrs when you have a child as a matter of respect because it’s not as respectful having a child if you are not married. Well it wasn’t at the time.
Anyway Mrs Nobrain was really stupid. I mean dumb, ignorant, a complete fool. Mr Nobrain was a bit more intelligent and he had a job as a mailman and he liked it and was very dutiful. I wouldn’t want to spend all my waking hours at home with Mrs Nobrain so I suppose he was better off at work.
Then they were separated again and he moved away. This time for good. The baby boy stayed with her. Poor mite and that is exactly what he became : a poor little mite and later, a sorry adult.

Mrs Nobrain was very fat-obese to tell the truth. So she decided that she wanted an operation. The sort where the surgeons put a hose in your stomach. That is what they used to do. So she got her operation and then she started to lose weight. After a while she was down to a normal size.
In the meanwhile her son was growing up. The boy had special needs so he went to special schools and never learned much. He seemed pretty happy. She didn’t seem to know anything other than he was born that way. She wasn’t aware that he was lacking stimuli on the home front so she just continued smoking her many cigarettes and feeling good about her weight and her terrace house.
As things came to pass he was referred to an institution. It was so sad because really Mr and Mrs Nobrain didn’t know anything about kids and how to raise them and love them and treat them well. I suppose she scolded him for not being able to put 2 and 2 together. I don’t really think that she could do the same, now I think of it.

Then she said that he was in the wrong institution and that all the others were much worse off than him. But she never did anything about it. He grew up. He had lost a lot of initiative- he had never learnt it at home by the way. So he refused to get out of his bed and his chair and ate a whole lot. Soon he was also very fat but because he wouldn’t bother to move about he ended up fat and in a wheelchair. Poor young man. He wasn’t really satisfied but he didn’t know what was wrong or what he, himself, could do about his plight. I don’t really think that he wished to know as he was quite happy being dissatisfied. So he stayed put in his wheelchair and needed a lot of care. He stayed in the institution and that’s where he is today and his Mum keeps telling us that she wants him to move home again and that she will be able to help him and care for all his needs. Fat chance. He can’t even go to the can himself- he doesn’t wish to walk the silly boy! She’ll never get him home. She is pretty dewy -eyed. She may even outlive him! That is the saddest bit about it though he won’t know what hit him despite his suffering. You know I don’t want to talk to her because it makes me so sad and I blame her. I really don’t wish to talk about it anymore.