I think they are sacrificial people
My dad intentionally
My mum unintentionally but with time she will be proud of me.
Because I want her to feel proud of having me I don’t want her to feel like I ruined her life.
I see some of me in her and if we don’t get on it will affect me since I will see a horrible person in me if that is how I view her.
Parents are hard wired to be exploited by their kids. Particularly women.
My parents are very hard working. I need to pay off my karmic debt to them.
how so?
my dad is very hardworking, but so am i
My parents were conscientious. They were good people, except for one major flaw.
I Loved My Mom. My Dad Confused Me. And They Worked Every Day of Their Lives to Make Sure The Future Would Remain in Place. Even After The Day They Would Have to Leave.
My Mom Didn’t Have to Say Much, And I Understood Her Words. She Was Creative, Did Crafts. And Was Once Even On The Cover of a Quilting Magazine. Won First Place Ribbons Many Time in The Local Fair. And Loved Watching Movies With Me.
My Dad on The Other Hand, Was Very Hardworking. Worked Everyday of His Life. Without Taking One Sick Day For Many, Many, Many Years. Wasn’t Very Interested in Crafts or Movies. My Mom Would Watch a Scary Movie And Say to My Dad, ‘Wasn’t That a Creepy Monster’?. My Dad Would Take Another Drink From His Beer And Say, ‘It’s Jus a Movie’.
Loved Them And Miss Them.
Women evolved that trait. The women who were more tolerant of their kids increased their survival rate.
My parents are comprehensive. It was really sad for them when they knew my diagnosis, but now they are proud of me because they see I strugle every day to preserve my sanity and stability.
My parents and particularly my mum were amazing people. We had little money but huge emotional support. I was never found wanting from feeling loved and respected. They literally gave the shirts off their backs in my life to get me going so I still, to this day, help dad pay back some of that mojo.
I get along great with my parents. My dad is smart, successful, practical, no nonsense where as my mum is kind, empathetic and a bit of a worrier.
I pay tribute to my parents, they are great. First of all because they never imagined to get divorced, it’s so sad from my point of view.
Right now I view them as troubled people. I worry for them. My dads job is not going well and he is having to look for a new one now. My mom has recently developed fatty liver, probably because of how much she drinks, and while she now makes a big deal of how she won’t take ibuprofen and things like that because of it she doesn’t care to stop actually drinking or at least cut back which is what is causing the issue in the first place.
My parents are good to me. I often think as a child they raised me completely wrong. But as an adult they’ve been very good parents even though they didn’t have to be.
They didn’t realize as a child that it’s not the 40s or 50s anymore. You can’t raise a child the same way you were raised back 50 years previously
There was a time I must’ve gone to the psych ward for 60 days and then they said “oh this is the real thing. This is the big time. Not little league anymore”
And then they started paying more attention to me.
I didn’t ever do anything for attention, but in a way with my parents, having the issues I had, got me more attention.
I think my mental Illness brought us closer together and I have more trust today than i ever could have had Without so many trials and tribulations
Good people, with good oldfashioned values. I owe a great debt to them.
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