To some people maturity means your mother can no longer spank you for doing the things she used to tell you not to do. Thats how it is for most people I guess.
For others it means you do things the way your mother taught you and she doesnt need to correct you any more.
But sometimes this gets twisted. I guess the Becky is still punnishing me for not learning what she wanted me to learn. But I was already an adult in the eyes of my sister when the Becky met me. I was already trustworthy not to do the things she warned me against. Though I wasnt old enough, big enough or mature enough to prevent being forced into those things, tricked into those things, or made to believe I had done those things, she knew I would never do them of my own free will and that is as much upbringing as some people ever get. After I left her, I got education, I got abuse but I was not being raised any more.
Though I turned 18 the second time long ago (as much as 5 years after I turned 18 the real time) the Becky still decides what is the truth about me. She can still change my name and my age whenever she wants, to suit a man or her desires.
She knows every loophole in the law that allows her lies to outweigh anything I might say in my own defence.
I guess I will never be mature enough to escape her punnishment as long as she lives. But she is not my mother, shes nothing at all to me, and did some service to a foster teacher. I guess I wont be mature till I get her off my back. But by then I will have found all the loopholes she used and it will be an expose on French Tv.
