I love my parents very much.
I am lucky to have good parents.
I would rather live with partners,but I love my parents.
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i donât hate my dad or my family. i talk to them everyday. i hate their mental illnesses and mine too. they cause alot of our problems.
Daimon no justification for racism.
Crime can indeed be frustrating, but the address for complaints is police and law enforcement organs
and even the population itself if it doesnât properly report crimes.
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You can at least be intelligent and understand where racist people are coming from if every time they walked to Catholic school and back they were attacked by an ethnic group in a big pack, but instead they are the ones who are demonized even though many of them are law biding citizens.
I used to hate my dad to the point where Iâd fantasize about killing him. As I got older I managed to let go of that hatred because I started to understand my dad and see other aspects of his personality rather than just the horrible.
Of course just because I no longer hate him doesnât mean I can say now that I adore him. My feelings towards him are still very conflicted.
I can understand but it is not good.
It is not a secret that there are quite a few black criminals but that doesnât justify labeling ALL blacks.
It is wrong to label all based on actions of some, just because of ethnic origin or skin color.
There are criminals across the spectrum, of all colors and ethnic backgrounds and everything.
Do you want to be labeled based on actions of some white wacko?
Hey both of you are white!
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Well when democrats make white conservatives out to be misogynists perhaps they should look at the alarmingly high rate of rape and domestic abuse in their own party.
I donât hate them. I just have an indifference towards them. Perhaps I harbor some anger towards my parents, though.
Right now the democrats are even practicing black magic against Donald Trump.
I was angry at my dad when I was younger. Now we have a good relationship.
my relations with my parents were troubled. My father was a man who was firm in reality and reasonâŚhe was a PhD in Chemistry and believed only science. He loved women and was pretty hedonistic and not exactly a family man- all this life. My mother had a spiritual sensitivity and gave her life over to Jesus at one point. They both did not get along very well because of their different dispositions and divorced when I was 12 years old. . I was caught in the middle and for the longest time did not pass any judgement on either one of their different positions. I was not atheist like my dad but I also could not understand where my mother could be so certain about religion. I guess I was being diplomatic. When I fell ill with sz I had some really far out experiences pretty much like all of us do who are sz. This opened my eyes that reality is really relative and there is more to it than is revealed to most people who are chronically normal. My dad was not able to relate to my illness, He just did not get it. Most normals do not get it, its just too far from their experience. This caused many problems wiht my dad who accused me of being a slacker and taking advantage of him, where in fact I was really helpless for a while. Eventually I got my feet back on the ground and my father and I had a pretty successful business together but our styles and personalities were very much at odds and we constantly kept fighting. I suppose I came more after my mother and my father saw this in meâŚand so it was that I also had spiritual awakening and turned to Jesus. My dad died over ten years ago and when he died he disowned me and took me out of his testament. Do I hate him? No, I dont. The fact that he took me out of his testament, meant I had to learn to fight for my own. Which I did successfully. I married and have a child and work and live a good life. So, in hindsight, I think it all turned out well. My dad did help me a lot as he could and I dont blame him for not understanding what its like to have sz like I do and my mother did. And regarding his side of being unfaithful to my mother and treating her bad, I can say that nobody is perfect. In my life I have broken a few hearts too, so I am not without guilt. Thats all I can say on this topic of hating your dad or familyâŚ
I love my sister dearly, and she and her husband and kids are really the only family I have left. I do not speak to my so-called brother, donât care if I ever hear from him again, and both of my parents and all of my grandparents are deceased. So yeah, itâs pretty much just my sister and I.