Terrible Parenting
My parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
( , Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
My parents used to lock my brother, sister and I in the car while they went to the pub for a "quick one" after work. This quick one might last several hours, during which they would send bottles of Indian Tonic Water to us by way of refreshment.
On one particularly cold evening, bored stupid, we lit a small bonfire on the back seat of the car using the cigarette lighter and the contents of the glove box. We owe our lives to passing winos. (BTW: Please no more Maddie or Jesus gags, they've been done.)
( , Thu 16 Aug 2007, 9:47)
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I love my parents dearly, but I am also very aware of their faults and how it has affected me. I remember being a very young child, hearing about my friends' parents getting divorced, and praying that mine would also. I don't know how they ever decided to get married, because they seem to have nothing in common and I doubt whether they even like each other. They just seem to put up with one another.
So what can one possibly do while trapped in what appears to be a loveless relationship? Well, my dad, an extrovert, opted for being an absent parent. When you aren't at home you don't have to deal with what is happening there. You get to turn a blind eye. My mom, an introvert that is prone to rages, decided to take her anger and frustration out on the children.
When I was 9 years old my mom again wanted to assault me. (She would call these episodes "disciplining" though.) I ran from her and we ended up having a face-off over a round dinner table. No matter how hard she tried to catch me, I remained on the opposite side of the table. This completely infuriated her. The table was partly set for dinner, and my mom had put out these large coaster things for putting hot containers on (do these have a name?). One of them was the closest thing at hand, so in another fit of rage she threw this at me. 5" by 7" of plywood hit me directly under the right eye. I had a black eye for about a week. I was fortunate though. In a parallel universe she hit me half an inch higher and I lost my eye. ;)
There are many other similar stories.
The result? I live 10,000km away from my parents.
( , Fri 17 Aug 2007, 13:28, Reply)
I love my parents dearly, but I am also very aware of their faults and how it has affected me. I remember being a very young child, hearing about my friends' parents getting divorced, and praying that mine would also. I don't know how they ever decided to get married, because they seem to have nothing in common and I doubt whether they even like each other. They just seem to put up with one another.
So what can one possibly do while trapped in what appears to be a loveless relationship? Well, my dad, an extrovert, opted for being an absent parent. When you aren't at home you don't have to deal with what is happening there. You get to turn a blind eye. My mom, an introvert that is prone to rages, decided to take her anger and frustration out on the children.
When I was 9 years old my mom again wanted to assault me. (She would call these episodes "disciplining" though.) I ran from her and we ended up having a face-off over a round dinner table. No matter how hard she tried to catch me, I remained on the opposite side of the table. This completely infuriated her. The table was partly set for dinner, and my mom had put out these large coaster things for putting hot containers on (do these have a name?). One of them was the closest thing at hand, so in another fit of rage she threw this at me. 5" by 7" of plywood hit me directly under the right eye. I had a black eye for about a week. I was fortunate though. In a parallel universe she hit me half an inch higher and I lost my eye. ;)
There are many other similar stories.
The result? I live 10,000km away from my parents.
( , Fri 17 Aug 2007, 13:28, Reply)
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