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Speaking of struggling, I’m bringing my mommy to Boston for the day, this will be fun
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Roller coaster bud and it will happen to all of us. I like to think of it as adapting and improvisingto current environment walking around with my Pop now. Can also be a big role reversal. The same parents who look to us now knew us first as their own loud messy struggles.
]who cares about parents who abused us mentally and emotionally and psychiatrically and projected all their insecurities and self-loathing on us? Who cares about parents who whipped us with a belt and smacked Us in the face and put us down and engaged in character assassination and demonization and neglected us and failed to build our self-confidence and failed to teach us anything useful about being adult in the world? And who failed to tell us anything about how to be financially independent and what careers were good? Who cares about parents who said They wish they never had kids? Stop kissing the asses of your parents
Fucking sicophants
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I agree with Brock on this one. I didn't get the belt but got the torture routine where clothes were thrown into suitcases and fake calls were made to take me away. I could write a book about that childhood.
I got the same thing miles. I was 5 years old and I was on my knees holding my mother's calves and crying and saying that I didn't want to be sent away and my mother was forcing me to stuff a suitcase that was on the floor next to me with my clothes and stuff in my teddy bear saying I was a bad kid and they were sending me away and I was crying and crying. I can never forget that. 5 years old. 5 f****** years old. You tell me what a five-year-old can do to deserve that kind of psychiatric abuse
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