AhG
La vie est tout sauf un rêve
- Jan 24, 2019
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It's hard to say. My "family" isn't really family. My father and I didn't have a relationship, and I say that because he grew up in Mexico and didn't have much growing up. So when he had his own kid, he thought showing "love" and "affection" was being a workaholic. Yes, he did provide for me and my mother, but he wasn't a husband or a father. He never spent time with me. His time was spent watching TV and drinking beer. When my parents got divorced, he never tried to see me, and when he did, it was only to go the movies, that way he didn't have to talk to me, and then take me home and give me money until the next few months came around.
My mother turned into a alcoholic after my father left her. Our relationship wasn't a "mother-daughter" one. I had to take care of her when I was 9 years old. Always making sure she never did anything stupid. Making sure she didn't drink and drive, or getting her into the shower. Our relationship was more of "friends" type thing.
I can't really say anything else, except we can only make do with who raises us as children.
My mother turned into a alcoholic after my father left her. Our relationship wasn't a "mother-daughter" one. I had to take care of her when I was 9 years old. Always making sure she never did anything stupid. Making sure she didn't drink and drive, or getting her into the shower. Our relationship was more of "friends" type thing.
I can't really say anything else, except we can only make do with who raises us as children.