My parents have always been very hard work and high maintenance. Even as a young child I felt like the roles were reversed and I was the adult dealing with a pair of demanding and spoiled children
The pattern of my life is that when I needed help or support I was ignored or shouted at and when they needed help or a listening ear I was expected to jump. Not particularly healthy life lessons.
At least, despite their behaviour, as they have grown older and frail I feel I have done my duty and been a good daughter.
So that's what I feel towards my parents; wariness at any verbal batterings or emotional demands coupled with a sense of duty to do my best under trying circumstances.
Growing up, I was always resentful that my father devoted all his time and attention to his success in business, and consequently neglected his family. I think most of what he termed my 'bad' behavior growing up, stemmed from me acting out and doing things to get attention any way I could. As an adult, I've learned things about my dad that I never knew as a child, and while he always made me feel I had disappointed him while I was growing up, I now realize that he was a bigger disappointment as a father than I ever was as a daughter. And despite all his control-freak manipulation of my sisters and me my whole life, I still find myself perversely trying to prove myself to him, to gain his respect, if nothing else! The worst part is that everyone says I'm turning into him, and that I'm just like him now.
I miss them dearly but wonder why they hid so much from me.
My parents are two of the hardest working people you'll ever meet and that is why I have the work ethics like I do. My mom is my best friend, without either of them I'd be lost, I love them so much..
Both dead. My mother was a saint and father an abusive asshole.
I love my mum dearly, she is my best friend. The one person I can confide in. We've always been wicked tight. I couldn't live without her.
As for my dad... Well, he's around. Just, well, not around me...
My parents mean everything to me, they are workacholoics, everything they do is centered around work, I'm not like them in that aspect, but have taught me how to be a good worker. They are kind and very caring and also very giving of themselves, if you needed anything from them they would be right there for you...
I love them dearly, family are the only ones who truly ever love you for who you are.
I feel they were vital for my existence. That aside, only my mum matters to me
Parents were children of the Depression and World War II-the 1960's-1990's were just huge cultural shocks to them. They did not understand that we thought for ourselves. Post 18yo, many times that parents still looked at you as a little kid and not as a adult..
It got easier, the older you got. Also, good if you did not live too close to either side of the family.
My dad passed away a few years ago, I miss him
My mom I love her, I would do anything for her
My mom is very important to me. She's been the one constant in my life and right now my sister and I are taking care of her to the best of our ability. My dad has never been there for me. He treated my sisters and my mom terribly. He now has cancer and his outlook isn't looking good.
I never knew my father.
My mother was the ultimate bitch.
My step-father was the only family member to treat me with any semblance of decency.
I recently moved back in with my parents so they could care for me. However, their version of "care" and my version of "care" is different. They're also very critical of other people. They have their positive side, though, particularly when they're in a good mood.
I never knew my Father and there is no good reason to believe that my Mother knew either.
Mom had issues with Drugs and Alcohol and early in her life that monster took her life.
When she came out of Rehab we had a great life together at least for a few months. Then she was back in rehab again.
She did teach me the danger of those two devils, neither of which I use or ever will use.
Wouldn't you rather have a nice cup of tea?
Distant, but we keep in touch occasionally.
Don't believe everything that you read.
Overall, I know that my parents stepped up to the plate and became parents after having me. They had just began dating and I was completely unplanned. Like most parents, they have been far from perfect but looking back it is clear that they always tried to do their best, often putting me and my siblings ahead of themselves.
Still, there are some things about them which I have taken as examples of how I do NOT want to be. They have set an excellent example, don’t get me wrong, but the older I get, the more flaws I see in them as people. I definitely don’t want to be socially tone-deaf like my father or recklessly passive-agressive like my mother.
Although with my luck, this unfortunately may be how my future kids see me. I pray not but “like father, like son” afterall...
I can’t think of a good tagline so this will have to do. Suggest a better one for me?
My relationship with both of my parents was always back and forth between getting along and not. For example when I was younger I used to idolize my dad and now as an adult I can see he isn't perfect nor indestructible, he makes mistakes and our relationship is decent. We don't dicuss much but remain on polite terms. My mom during my teenage years wasn't very fond of nor did we get along and now as an adult we have a tolerable relationship. I guess my point is our viewpoint of our parents change as we mature they stop being just categorized as Mom and Dad instead they include them being individual people ,we see them as being more human, more relatable or at least we gain a better understanding of who they are.
My parents have always been supportive of my decisions I make. I really love them dearly.
Now I'm older I send them money and gifts on a regular basis, after all they did it for me whilst I was growing up.
I love my parents.
They are my everything.
I miss them, but still love them. They were killed by a drunk driver on the 401 Hwy in Ontario, 30 years ago when I was a freshman at University.
My mom and dad are awesome. They support me in doing my own thing, even though there they aren't always 100% behind the choices I have made, and we get along great most of the time.
When I was younger my relationship with my parents was fraught, especially when they learned about my rather free-wheeling lifestyle. After working overseas for several years I came back to the USA and now live in the same town as them, caring for them in their old age. I love them dearly, but they can be a bit of a handful -- and their moral values and mine seldom coincide, which can be the cause of friction
Appreciative. They provided a solid foundation for me and for the most part a good road to guide through the journey of life. I was a pretty docile child. Yeah, they were some things in high school that I hated at the time (curfews, their disapproval of me hanging with boys, their prohibition of calling any boy friends a boyfriend, among others) but I understood then (and even more now) that they were acting my best interests, trying to protect me from growing up too fast and suffering preventable consequences. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure they would say. Or dad's seven P's for success --- Proper Prior Planning Prevents Piss-Poor Performance. There are others. One thing they never did was abandon me. They were always there even when I made choices they disapproved off - such as when I moved my boyfriend in with me four years ago. They made their views know to me, yet also accepted my decision and didn't harp on it every time I talked to them or visited. (They did set the rules down in their house when we visited - you're NOT sleeping together in my house. My house, my rules philosophy when in retrospect is fair).
My mother became pregnant at a very early age. My father (28) pissed off the moment he heard my mother was pregnant. At 14 my mother put me into a boarding school because I was hindering her activities. I have no idea where she is now as we lost contact when her parents left me a sizeable inheritance. She got nothing.
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