parents are still married, pretty abusive relationship mentally and it used to be eve physically before. fight alll the time. my dad's an arrogant chavanistic sadistic pig with a very narrow egotistical mind, mums pretty traditional too and harrased i suppose. neither of them know me now or ever knew me. used to hate em to death, now they are just insignificant. still live with em cause thats how the culture here is i guess. dont really wanna but theres no way kids can {even though im like alomst 20} fare for themselves in this fn country anyhows. dont really consider em my parents but also hold no real grudges against em either. i hope my mum';s independant enough sumday to get a divorce and i hope both of live happily, in their own lives, not giving a **** about me. {yea, parents can be assholes alright 🙂 , but obvoiusly not all of em}.
Re: Childhood + Parents..
Originally posted by LilyMaree
I was just thinking about it today. This morning when I woke up, looked out the window, saw in the next building a father tickling his son to get him out of bed (nursery school, I guess).It reminded me of the times my father used to do that to me.
He'd pull me out of bed by my legs, turn me around and carry me on his hips. Sometimes even up on his shoulders.
I remember him taking me for ice cream, jogs in the park, teaching me how to ride my first bicycle. I miss those times.Now we're all distant and hardly ever talk.
What about you guys?
Just a random question & thought.
My dad is in town and stayed with me this weekend. He bugged the shit out of me at times. But I still love the guy.