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spikem · M
No problem, it's nice to be able to have a conversation now and then, and I appreciate you responding to me. My parents will be celebrating the 45th wedding anniversary next month. She was 14 and dad 21 when they married. All her siblings were betting on how long they would stay together, but ironically mom and dad are the only of her family that hasn't remarried. I think you might of misread one part of my comment though. It was my mom's father not mine that was the abusive drunk. My mother vowed that if she ever had a family she wouldn't be like her father, and kept that promise. Like yours, embarrassment and verbal attacks seemed to be my parent's biggest weapon against us. My dad was there growing up, just he wasn't very involved with us growing up. I think his most used phrase growing up was "go ask your mother" in it's various forms or "go play or do something and leave me alone" was also heard countless times. Not that he was a bad parent, just not as involved as some. He is still alive, just not in the greatest health. Mom is still working full time and going strong. There was 5 of us growing up. I had an older brother who was killed in a car accident when he was 14. Then it was me, and two younger brothers and a sister. The next brother after me, and i haven't spoken in about ten years. The only thing we agree on is that I hate him and he hates me. The youngest brother, and sister and I talk, not as much as some siblings do, but we have a good relationship. They were a big help after my house burned a year and a half ago. And it was my mom and I that were there helping my youngest brother after he got into some trouble a couple years ago. My sister does have some mental problems that were a result of the car accident that killed my oldest brother.
UncleJlovesbrazil · 61-69, M
My dad was a very involved missionary and a very good father except he always spanked in anger. He always made time for his five kids. My younger sister and I would often bring "Golden" books to him and climb on his lap and he would put down his studies and paperwork and read them to us. My attention span was much shorter than that of my sister so I only brought him one at a time.
For me, he made up songs about some of my favorite stories. For years, I thought they were actual songs from the book itself. He loved me dearly, especially since I was his only boy. He once filled out a gift tag for one of my Christmas presents which read, "To" my son, my son, my only son." This touched me deeply.
My mom and I were buddies for the same reason. As I became a teen, she said I could stay out visiting my many friends until a good descent hour as long as I checked in with her every hour or so to save her from worrying. I did betray that trust a time or two and just the look of displeasure on her normally smiling face spoke volumes more than any punishment she or my dad could hand out. I was a pretty responsible and respectable kid growing up.
My dad DID get a certain enjoyment out of bawling me out in front of others to prove his dominance over me. This cut me deep but our bond would be restored once the company left.
I am so sorry about your sister and oldest brother. I lost my oldest sister to alcoholism many years ago. She battled depression which drove her to drink, which drove her into depression. The vicious cycle eventually took her life, but not before she lost everything she had.
How old is your sister and how old was she at the time of the accident? Is she able to hear and understand well? Does she recognize you or anyone in the family. My heart goes out to you and those who watch out for her well being.😀
For me, he made up songs about some of my favorite stories. For years, I thought they were actual songs from the book itself. He loved me dearly, especially since I was his only boy. He once filled out a gift tag for one of my Christmas presents which read, "To" my son, my son, my only son." This touched me deeply.
My mom and I were buddies for the same reason. As I became a teen, she said I could stay out visiting my many friends until a good descent hour as long as I checked in with her every hour or so to save her from worrying. I did betray that trust a time or two and just the look of displeasure on her normally smiling face spoke volumes more than any punishment she or my dad could hand out. I was a pretty responsible and respectable kid growing up.
My dad DID get a certain enjoyment out of bawling me out in front of others to prove his dominance over me. This cut me deep but our bond would be restored once the company left.
I am so sorry about your sister and oldest brother. I lost my oldest sister to alcoholism many years ago. She battled depression which drove her to drink, which drove her into depression. The vicious cycle eventually took her life, but not before she lost everything she had.
How old is your sister and how old was she at the time of the accident? Is she able to hear and understand well? Does she recognize you or anyone in the family. My heart goes out to you and those who watch out for her well being.😀
spikem · M
she was around 2 or three when it happened, and is around thirty now. she does understand and stuff, but mentally she is more like an adolescent than her actual age. i think losing my oldest brother was a factor in my mother especially being over protective. she didn't like it when any of use were out of earshot, and definitely didn't like the thought of any of us being out with friends.
my mom and i are fairly close, about like friends, but things are kind of distant with my dad and i. much of the times visited are filled with idle chit chat and awkward silence. it's not that i don't care, its just like there isn't much of a bond it's hard to explain.
my mom and i are fairly close, about like friends, but things are kind of distant with my dad and i. much of the times visited are filled with idle chit chat and awkward silence. it's not that i don't care, its just like there isn't much of a bond it's hard to explain.