“Hi, mom. Thanks for not beating me up.” That’s going on the Valentine’s Day card this year.
I wish my mother would ask me how I’m doing when she talks to me. She only talks about herself. She’s been doing this my whole life.
I wish my dad could see the positive in the world. He only opens his mouth to complain about this [del]or[/del] and that, [del]or[/del] and to talk shit about politics, [del]or[/del] and to point out the negative behaviors in his 95% perfect grandkids, [del]or[/del] and to fixate on what people aren’t doing instead of what they are. He is always welcome, but he wears it out the first day and then we all just wish he would go home.
But I do love them both and will be sad when they die.
Probably, but you’re going to want to see the shirts first. Mom’s a little hit or miss in the shirt department.
She probably has the store sew your initials on the pocket too. 
If guys at work give you crap about the initials, then save those shirts for special occasions. There will come a day when you find one of those shirts in the closet, miss her one whole Hell of a lot, and be glad that it still fits.
Dad not in the picture. Basically grew up with my mom, grandparents, and aunt. And it was good. I love my mom dearly, but I don’t feel anything for the man who created me.
It’s not just you. I have the same problem, and no idea how to make that ache stop. My mom didn’t like me either, I think I reminded her of my Dad. (Unforgivable).
She has always, openly, favored my sister; something my sister has used against me our entire lives. And something I still resent, to be honest.
My sister just finished doing such a number on me that I don’t think I’ll ever forgive her. She hurt me on so many levels that I don’t even know how to begin sorting through it all. And my mom created that monster. Growing up with them was like them being the mean girls in Jr. high school, and I was the favorite target to harass and torment. You know what they say about kids being cruel? That was them.
I’m almost 45 years old and I’m still haunted by my mom’s words and actions.
I try to remember that she suffered horrible abuse when she was growing up, but she never even tried to cope or deal with her issues. And there’s no way she treated me like she did without knowing she was harming me. To her it was a game- it was funny to her when she cut me to the quick with her words. And it’s not like she was incapable of showing love… she showed it to my sister. So she had the ability, just chose not to when it came to me.
I have spent the majority of my life trying to get her to see me for who I am, not this person she and my sister decided I was years ago. But I’ve realized that that is not going to happen. Ever.
I try to remind myself that it is what it is. In a lot of ways, it has made me a better person. I’m more fair-minded, honest, and emotionally healthy than I might have been without her as a mother. There’s so much emotional and mental sickness in my family that I feel like if I’m not uber-healthy, I’ll sink into that abyss.
I’ve tried to sort it all out and try to make some sense of it all in the hope that it would make that dull ache go away. But then it overwhelms and I think my best bet is to know that it’s all in the past and try to let it go. Just look and move forward. That works pretty well in the day time, doesn’t help so much with the being woken up during the night thing…
Even though it was rough growing up I love my mother dearly. She sacrificed her life for my sister and I when my parents divorced when I was 7. For a couple of years she worked 7 days straight just to make ends meet. Very proud and simple women who only asked for financial help from my father once because we had no food. We are still very close to this day.
My father on the other hand, it’s more of an uncle relationship. Even though he only lives a hour away I rarely see him. Even though I’ve made attempts at trying to try to get closer to him its often like dealing with a child, I don’t think he’s ever grown up.
My sister one time ran into him in our city, he was in town for an appointment. Never called first to say he’d be in town and asked if we wanted to get together. Nor did he suggest anything when bumping into my sister.
He remarried had two more kids and they divorced. I haven’t seen my other siblings since they were infants they’re in their mid-20’s now and wouldn’t recognize them if I bumped into them on the street.
My step father had more of an positive impact on my life even though he was only in my life for a short period of time before he passed away and this dead man still has my father beat. Sad.
I love my father,but like I mentioned it’s more of a uncle relationship. At least I can say I tried.