Anonymous wrote:Your mother and father raise you with so much love and care, putting their own lives hopes and dreams on hold to stay up with you all night, wiping your poop, paying for your clothes, watching loving you just as you are. Your siblings are people you were automatic best friends, and companions in this wild ride through life. You grew up together!
And then people grow up and want to move away from their parents and aren't close to their siblings...How?
How can any one else in the world replace this kind of love??
Anonymous wrote:Your mother and father raise you with so much love and care, putting their own lives hopes and dreams on hold to stay up with you all night, wiping your poop, paying for your clothes, watching loving you just as you are. Your siblings are people you were automatic best friends, and companions in this wild ride through life. You grew up together!
And then people grow up and want to move away from their parents and aren't close to their siblings...How?
How can any one else in the world replace this kind of love??
Anonymous wrote:Your mother and father raise you with so much love and care, putting their own lives hopes and dreams on hold to stay up with you all night, wiping your poop, paying for your clothes, watching loving you just as you are. Your siblings are people you were automatic best friends, and companions in this wild ride through life. You grew up together!
And then people grow up and want to move away from their parents and aren't close to their siblings...How?
How can any one else in the world replace this kind of love??
Anonymous wrote:Your mother and father raise you with so much love and care, putting their own lives hopes and dreams on hold to stay up with you all night, wiping your poop, paying for your clothes, watching loving you just as you are. Your siblings are people you were automatic best friends, and companions in this wild ride through life. You grew up together!
And then people grow up and want to move away from their parents and aren't close to their siblings...How?
How can any one else in the world replace this kind of love??
My mother and father did not raise me with love or care. And never loved me just as I am. You live in a fantasy world.
Anonymous wrote:Your mother and father raise you with so much love and care, putting their own lives hopes and dreams on hold to stay up with you all night, wiping your poop, paying for your clothes, watching loving you just as you are. Your siblings are people you were automatic best friends, and companions in this wild ride through life. You grew up together!
And then people grow up and want to move away from their parents and aren't close to their siblings...How?
How can any one else in the world replace this kind of love??
Anonymous wrote:Your mother and father raise you with so much love and care, putting their own lives hopes and dreams on hold to stay up with you all night, wiping your poop, paying for your clothes, watching loving you just as you are. Your siblings are people you were automatic best friends, and companions in this wild ride through life. You grew up together!
And then people grow up and want to move away from their parents and aren't close to their siblings...How?
How can any one else in the world replace this kind of love??
Anonymous wrote:Your mother and father raise you with so much love and care, putting their own lives hopes and dreams on hold to stay up with you all night, wiping your poop, paying for your clothes, watching loving you just as you are. Your siblings are people you were automatic best friends, and companions in this wild ride through life. You grew up together!
And then people grow up and want to move away from their parents and aren't close to their siblings...How?
How can any one else in the world replace this kind of love??
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:OP, are you a recent immigrant, from a South or East Asian culture?
Asking because you sound just like my parents who told us everyday how we should appreciate their sacrifices in raising us, buying our clothes and feeding us, ensuring we had a good education, changing our diapers.
But they did not love us as we were.
They neglected us emotionally.
Both were verbally abusive, criticizing constantly. Respect was not in their vocabulary.
I was mom’s helper from a young age. I have a vivid memory of being alone at home around age 7 or 8 scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees. I was cold in the house so I turned up the thermostat. Had no idea how high but it warmed up. My mom yelled at me when she returned home with my sibs, why was I wasting electricity?
My father molested me when I was 12 during a time when my mom had returned to home country for a 3 month vacation. She didn’t make arrangements for who to turn to if we needed a mom. I remember getting my period and not having access to any pads.
I was asked to work in my father’s business from age 13. He was horribly horribly verbally abusive. I fantasized about running away from home constantly. When I was 16, I attempted suicide.
None of my sibs are close. We weren’t loved but made to feel guilty for being a burden on our parents. My family is made up of friends who care about me in a way my parents and siblings do not. I have a DS, I was determined to break the cycle of abuse and have managed to raise a loving and respectful young man who’s now 19. I have several degrees, have been fairly successful professionally but being able to overcome what I experienced to be a much better parent than my parents were is my greatest accomplishment.
Op, does this give you any insight?
I am so sorry that happens to you. You, like every child, deserved so much better. It sounds like you have a lot of clarity about your childhood. Breaking a cycle of abuse like that is an amazing achievement.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Your mother and father raise you with so much love and care, putting their own lives hopes and dreams on hold...
That's a nice fantasy. How do you feel about lying, cheating, abusive a holes? Remember that any psycho can reproduce, OP.
Anonymous wrote:I agree OP. As an immigrant, it’s shocking to me how many Americans seem to hate their families.
Anonymous wrote:I agree OP. As an immigrant, it’s shocking to me how many Americans seem to hate their families.
Anonymous wrote:My grandmother neglected my mother, told her she did not love her, and that she wanted a boy and not her, and slapped her around any chance she got, then as soon as she was old enough, sent her to convent school to be educated (abused) by nuns. Then at 16, my mother was taken out of school, because her parents wanted to marry her off, but my mother left instead, to work without a diploma and try and fend for herself. Her parents never gave her a penny.
The funny thing is that when my grandmother lost all her money in her old age, she sued her own kids for money. Some tried to help. My mother did help for falls and other emergencies (I remember going with her). But she did her best to avoid seeing her mother, most of the time.
So what was it you were saying, OP?