Ditto!! I HATE HATE HATE my father 
My mother has her faults/problems/ etc.I once admitted I was suicidal. She laughed and said, “What do * you * have to feel bad about?” The fact I was seriously depressed/sucidal/crying myself to sleep every night etc etc didn’t seem to bother her. She thought it was a joke. Thank God my BF showed up when he did, otherwise I probably wouldn’t be here now.
Every problem I have ever had is always about her. She can turn ANYTHING around. And her typical reply to me when I point out that she is not always 100% right is “Fuck you!”
To make everything better, she constantly calls me fat and [insert random, hurtful insult here]
These dont sound like a very big deal, but she went a long way towards destroying my self-esteem.
But she is a saint compared to my Dad…can’t wait till father’s day.
It is a big deal, PepGirl! When I started puberty, my jeans no longer fit. My mom kept saying “Oh, you’re getting FAT!” And poked at my butt, making sound effects. Bitch, I was DEVELOPING.
I really feel all the pain here and I realize justhowlucky I am, lotsa years later naturally, about having two moms. One that it would be selfish to keep me when she wasn’t able to provide for an infant ( and the taboo it was then) and the woman who raised me who could make a Navy SEAL wet his pants in fright with just one look.
Yeah, sure I didn’t get to wear the skin tight dress(es) when I was as thin as a faminine victim because I would look cheap.
Yeah, she didn’t attend half of my sporting events that she did with my elder brothers, but when your the last of five, your lucky to get any attention.
Yeah, she jammed the ODES to BEING CATHOLIC and IRISH down my throat like it is some kind of priveledge. (As if there is free valet parking included.)
Yeah, I wasn’t the steller academic that the other siblings were, but she knew I was smarter than the whole lot of them hands down and let me skip school some days just because.
Yeah, I didn’t get the praise and encouragement that I so desperately craved and still do. She wasn’t capable of giving something that she had never received herself, but she didn’t belittle me or squash me like a bug.
Yeah, she was and still is bossy, stubborn and a total tyrant in the kitchen.
Yeah, she will have buried in her life time her husband, and all four of her sons. She is a lady through and through, a total prude, but with a wonderful sense of humor, a spectacular cook and great hostess who is articulate and determined. She’s had friendships that have endured 67 years. How she has endured when her life has is a testament to her strength. She has forgiven me and understood me for my selfish ways, time and time again.
How did I get so lucky?
( I am still have issues about the Tight Dress Act of 1982-1993)