Okay, I’m not going to whine about how I was mistreated as a child. Well, not that much, anyway. I just think about some of the things my parents did – or, in most cases, didn’t do – when I was a kid, and I have to shake my head.
I’m writing this because I have a baby now and would give my appendages for her. I think about my parents, and they weren’t so willing to sacrifice for their kids.
-Dad went to the bar and drank every single weekend. He spent money on boozing it up with his pals. Meanwhile, us kids very rarely were treated to special family events. My Dad and I went to St. Louis Cardinal baseball games every once in awhile, but it usually was because I earned free tickets through a special A-student program. We did some other family things together that didn’t cost much, but it wasn’t nearly often enough.
-Dad often drove drunk with me in the car. And, we never buckled up back then. I could have easily been killed.
-Mom didn’t try (very hard) to stop the aforementioned behavior.
-The steps at our back door literally fell apart. We never had them fixed. This was a tripping hazard that we just grew accustomed to.
-At about the time my Dad got sick from leukemia (I was 15, in 1985), the roof over our bathroom in our turn-of-the-century, shitty house began to fail. When it rained, time in our bath was spent trying to avoid the water and pieces of wood coming out of our ceiling. Our family never had money, but I would have went into debt to fix the roof if I was a parent. Eventually, after Dad died in 1987, the entire roof was failing. The Great Flood of 1993 eventually did in the house, and the entire town. Homeowners were bought out by FEMA. I moved out by then, but I was happy that I never would have to take a bath/shower in that house again.
Looking back at those things, I would have worked extra hard, taken extra jobs, moved to a different home, found ways to make things better for my family. Geesh, why the fork didn’t my parents?
I didn’t mean this to be such a rant. For discussion’s sake, does anybody else feel their parents were clueless? Am I the only one whose family was totally screwed in the head?