Love, love, love both of them. They are my best friends. And I feel the same way about my sisters. We are all extremely close and I don't know where i'd be in life without them.
I love them more than I could put into words. They mean the world to me. They are my role models and heroes. I am so lucky to have them. I would do anything for them.
I love my mom and I like her too. She drives me a little nuts but she is great. My dad I also love but I feel like we don't really click all that well.
Love my Mom and talk/see her often even though she lives many states away.
My Dad? I have to admit that he is a horrible person (so many things I could share, but just trust me). I haven't spoken with or seen him in 6 years. He is in another country as far as I know and that is more than close enough.
I love them both very much. But if I'm being honest, I really don't like them or understand them at all lately. I feel guilty about it, but I'm pretty sure it's mutual.
this is hard for me. I am not sure how I feel about them. I used to say I loved them deeply but true colors started to show with my dad after my mom got sick. and now my mom is a shell of herself and there is no connection. so i guess I feel obligated to love them but I def don't like them
No. I don't like them. Not as parents, and not even as people.
I deal with them because they are my parents. I can have superficial conversations to 'keep the peace' but any warm feelings I had toward them were beaten out of me when I was young.
I can't even answer honestly that I really love my parents. I don't think I'll really know until they are gone. I know that sounds horrible.
It makes me sad to say that, but it makes me even sadder (and mad) when I think of the childhood that I had, and the abuse and mental manipulation I had to deal with. The mental abuse was far worse than the physical abuse and the scars are deep. So I don't really know. I envy all of you who have a mom who is like a best friend. My mom was my worst enemy.
Ugh. Sorry. I didn't mean to get all heavy with this.
My dad is so opionated and hard headed. He pissed me off so bad about the Zimmerman trial
My mom, I don't understand her. She is irresponsible, lazy and entitled. We were really close when I was growing up, or I always thought so but as an adult when I look back on things she wasn't a great mother at all.
I love my parents so much it hurts. Truly. The thought of them ever leaving this planet gets me hysterical.
This. My mom is my best friend and my dad is also awesome. Part of the reason I'm so on the fence about kids is because I know I would never be as good a parent as they both are.
Post by VeryViolet on Jul 18, 2013 20:21:25 GMT -5
I love my mom very much and like her most of the time. The times when I don't mostly have to do with my dad who I really dislike as a person and a dad. I tolerate him because I want to have a relationship with my mom but without her I don't think I would have any relationship with him.
My heart hurts for people who don't have the loving, caring, supportive, generous parents that I have. For real.
This.
I talk to my parents almost every day, and while they can drive me nuts sometimes, I know I am so lucky to have such supportive, generous, involved, caring parents. It really breaks my heart that H didn't have that growing up.
i hope that when we have kids I can be even close to as great as my parents have been for me and my sister.
I love my parents. My mom and I had a super crappy relationship for awhile, but she really mellowed after she got on ADs, and now we are really good friends. My dad and I have always gotten along great.
Post by pixelpassion on Jul 18, 2013 21:42:07 GMT -5
I don't like my father at all. I can't comfortably say that I love him either with the emotional and physical abuse he put me through. Sometimes I try to see the good in him and my stepmother despite their hardcore alcoholism, but I gave up and decided to live my life with them in it as little as possible.
I love my mother very much, but I don't necessarily like her all the time. She's very critical and kind of checked out and couldn't parent me the way I needed (or really at all) when my father and stepmother were abusive (I lived with them after the divorce).