CynthiaWVirginia
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Joined: 2/28/2010 From: West Virginia, USA Status: offline
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~~~fast reply~~~ Were my parents fair to me? Both did the best they were capable of doing at the time. Some people are not burdened with a conscience. My father was one of these people. Also, he went insane several times in my early childhood, and then took up drinking when the doctors wouldn't give him any more sedatives. I liked him when he was roaring drunk because he would slowly devolve into a toddler and wouldn't beat on me then. (It was hard going to some Alanon meetings where everyone else was saying how hard it was trying to keep their family member sober...and there I was, the exception, telling everyone that I wish my dad had stayed roaring drunk every minute of the day, lol.) Mom worked too hard, and it wasn't her fault that I was so mild mannered and passive and my baby sister was a hellion. She was so desperate for peace after working graveyard waitressing shifts, and sometimes two full time jobs, that whenever my sister raised hell for anything...mom caved in. One time her chef boyfriend made me and my sister fruit juice drinks with those pretty paper umbrellas in it...and by chance I got my favorite color, purple. My sister cried buckets (sis was around six years old) and mom grabbed mine and gave it to her. Everything went that way... I had to wait 2 1/2 years longer for every privilidge than my sister, because as soon as I got it she did too. Except when I got my driver's license at 16. If mom could have gotten my sis a driver's license... Because of how I was raised, I decided I did not want to pass any of the bad on to my own kid someday so I started reading all the child raising books I could get my hands on. Scores of books. (In the end, I preferred Haim Ginott's works and got the most mileage out of those.) Someday when I'm dead...I am certain my son won't be writing some Mommy Dearest type book about me. He will miss me and remember our time together for the precious gift it was. (I should have been dead five years ago from lymphoma but here I am enjoying my kid...9 years after all my cancer drama started.)
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