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theanonymousssly
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- Jun 26, 2023
- 18
I feel so horrible for ever thinking my parents are/were bad parents, but I think they are. They tried their best, it wasn't enough.
As a kid, I remember my mealtimes had a routine - I would eat my food and there would be an untouched plate while my dad constantly asked my mum to come down from her room and eat. She said she would, but she never did. Meanwhile, my dad would talk about how my mother was a neglectful woman and how no one in the family appreciates his efforts and how everyone in the family hates him.
Eventually, after like an hour, I'll take the cold plate of food up to her room and put it outside her door.
If I'm lucky, I'll see her reach her arm out to take it and maybe look at me.
I'd return an hour or two later to a dirtied plate of eaten food, and I'd bring it back downstairs. I guess it never really occurred to me how uncanny the resemblance was to a prisoner on death row.
My mum isn't a workaholic anymore and my dad doesn't scream a lot at me anymore (he gets upset still, but he guilt trips the family instead) and my grandma doesn't hit me anymore.
Overall, my family right now is pretty picture perfect, and I love them. But I think they fucked up my childhood.
As a kid, I remember my mealtimes had a routine - I would eat my food and there would be an untouched plate while my dad constantly asked my mum to come down from her room and eat. She said she would, but she never did. Meanwhile, my dad would talk about how my mother was a neglectful woman and how no one in the family appreciates his efforts and how everyone in the family hates him.
Eventually, after like an hour, I'll take the cold plate of food up to her room and put it outside her door.
If I'm lucky, I'll see her reach her arm out to take it and maybe look at me.
I'd return an hour or two later to a dirtied plate of eaten food, and I'd bring it back downstairs. I guess it never really occurred to me how uncanny the resemblance was to a prisoner on death row.
My mum isn't a workaholic anymore and my dad doesn't scream a lot at me anymore (he gets upset still, but he guilt trips the family instead) and my grandma doesn't hit me anymore.
Overall, my family right now is pretty picture perfect, and I love them. But I think they fucked up my childhood.