Mum was always quite nice to me. I mean, I know she had the bad thoughts and I know she tried to get me aborted. It's pretty bad I suppose but she didn't actually do it. And anyway, it's all just water under the bridge now, and like she said, she was pretty drunk at the time.
Actually it was quite lucky she was drunk. I'd just come home from work when she told me about it so it was a bit of a heavy conversation. I don't even remember it, I was probably drunk too, I guess.
She said she tried using an old coat hanger. She said it was a bit rusty and thought it would do the job but I think it just scratched my arm a bit. Either that or something else happened. Maybe I just fell over again. I don't know, I don't really remember anymore. I'm just trying to get on with my life. And it was a few weeks ago now anyway so I'm not that bothered. Not really.