My mother was mostly like that. She hugged me once in my life and not till I was an adult. I remember that moment well, it was so unlike her. She showed her love in other ways, but not emotionally.
I was raised by two cold, selfish people who didn’t do anything fo us that they didn’t have to do to keep the neighbors from gossiping. The cheapest clothes, free food the they could get it, no extras like Scouts, music lessons, etc. But they gave to the church, lent money to their friends so they could look like bigshots, had new cars paid for in cash every couple of years. And anger was the only emotion on display. I escaped as soon as I could, made my own family several states away from them. And I never wasted a tear on them when they died.
I used to have neighbors who always spoke to their children the way most of us would do when we’ve asked the kid six times. Yell, yell, yell. The husband’s brother lived next door and he would frequently call to ask one of the kids to come over and help him with something. He told us the only reason he did that was to get the kid out of the house for a little while.
All three children – including the daughter – joined the military when they got out of school.
preacherman over 1 year ago
My mother was mostly like that. She hugged me once in my life and not till I was an adult. I remember that moment well, it was so unlike her. She showed her love in other ways, but not emotionally.
MIHorn Premium Member over 1 year ago
I was raised by two cold, selfish people who didn’t do anything fo us that they didn’t have to do to keep the neighbors from gossiping. The cheapest clothes, free food the they could get it, no extras like Scouts, music lessons, etc. But they gave to the church, lent money to their friends so they could look like bigshots, had new cars paid for in cash every couple of years. And anger was the only emotion on display. I escaped as soon as I could, made my own family several states away from them. And I never wasted a tear on them when they died.
Dani Rice over 1 year ago
I used to have neighbors who always spoke to their children the way most of us would do when we’ve asked the kid six times. Yell, yell, yell. The husband’s brother lived next door and he would frequently call to ask one of the kids to come over and help him with something. He told us the only reason he did that was to get the kid out of the house for a little while.
All three children – including the daughter – joined the military when they got out of school.