ivantheterrible
use to give a shit
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when you were a kid, how did you deal with it?
i was 10 when my parents split up. they fought a lot, and one day without warning my mother told me and my sister to pack after our father left for work. i didn't question it, i just went with it. she met up with some dude, still don't remember his name, and we got into his vehicle and left. after a couple of miles i asked, where are we going? then our mother explained. my sister freaks and starts crying and i just felt a lump hit in my stomach and kept quiet. i've always kept quiet in a lot of things in life and felt like an observer and see where it goes.
the guy was nice enough at first, but then turned into a control freak. forcing us to go to church. i always hated church. i later said, i'm not going. i heard him tell my mother, get those kids under control. wasn't long after that he was gone, and my father showed up.
we went back. i look back on it and realize i did not like how my mother did things. i definantly did not like her not wanting us to see our father. they may have not gotten along, but it was wrong to be a control freak to keep us from him.
i now see her as a pathetic individual who is very insecure and does things and lives with others, like my father, just to have a place to live and food to eat. my father may love her, but he is very codependent.
i don't hate my mother. i pity her.
i was 10 when my parents split up. they fought a lot, and one day without warning my mother told me and my sister to pack after our father left for work. i didn't question it, i just went with it. she met up with some dude, still don't remember his name, and we got into his vehicle and left. after a couple of miles i asked, where are we going? then our mother explained. my sister freaks and starts crying and i just felt a lump hit in my stomach and kept quiet. i've always kept quiet in a lot of things in life and felt like an observer and see where it goes.
the guy was nice enough at first, but then turned into a control freak. forcing us to go to church. i always hated church. i later said, i'm not going. i heard him tell my mother, get those kids under control. wasn't long after that he was gone, and my father showed up.
we went back. i look back on it and realize i did not like how my mother did things. i definantly did not like her not wanting us to see our father. they may have not gotten along, but it was wrong to be a control freak to keep us from him.
i now see her as a pathetic individual who is very insecure and does things and lives with others, like my father, just to have a place to live and food to eat. my father may love her, but he is very codependent.
i don't hate my mother. i pity her.