Had she bothered to look back, she would have seen the agony of abandonment in his eyes. He suffered more broken bones at such a tender age than most adults experience in their entire lifetime.Īround his sixth birthday, Jagger’s parents had a violent dispute that ended with his mother packing her belongings and storming out of the house without so much as a glance in her son’s direction. He wore dirty rags – which hung loosely off his severely malnourished, underdeveloped frame. He slept in a closet on a cold, hard floor. After all, between the two of them, she rationalized if her husband was hitting their child, she was safe.įor the first few years of his life, Jagger knew only hunger, anger, and pain. Far too often she ignored her son’s pleas for food or attention, as well as his cries for help when his father was beating him. She would go to work early and come home late just to avoid any interaction with her son. Although she didn’t abuse him as his father did, she was a negligent mother who took no interest in her only child. His mother, for her part, was the breadwinner of the family and was never particularly active in Jagger’s life.

He was even too inconvenienced to call Jagger by his given name, referring to him only as “Boy” his entire life. Or to give him a comfortable place to sleep. It was too much of an annoyance to feed or bathe his son every day. His father was an abusive alcoholic who regarded him as nothing more than an inconvenience. When Jagger was a young kid, he was raised as an only child in a very toxic and unstable environment.

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