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Post by Vypernight on Aug 31, 2009 5:49:07 GMT -5
That's why I say that family is heart and not blood, and I see a couple of my friends more as family than some reletives.
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Post by Oriet on Aug 31, 2009 5:57:20 GMT -5
That's why I say that family is heart and not blood, and I see a couple of my friends more as family than some reletives. I see all of you guys more as family than my blood family. At least you guys would be willing to eat in the same building as me, and there's even things we can talk about and *gasp* agree on. Yeah, the only family I'll keep semi in touch with is my mom, maybe my grandparents. Other than that my sister messages me once in a blue moon, but even then she doesn't understand me and pretty much condemns my "lifestyle." (No, wearing kilts and being metrosexual is in no way comparable to being a transwoman, and to repeatedly suggest such is a fucking insult and proof you don't fucking understand! >.< )
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Post by DeadpanDoubter on Aug 31, 2009 9:01:04 GMT -5
But when I told my parents that I wanted some measure of respect I think I got the shit taken out of me very swiftly so I have since abandoned that idea. I love how belts, flyswatters, and power cords are considered "good tools of discipline". My mother was abused, but she'll deny it since her dad didn't drink and "only" did it when she was falsely accused of some horrible crime. When she was around 10 years old, her brother accused her of doing something or other, which she didn't do, and her father, a good strong 6'3" 300lb. Christian minister, took a butterfly shaped swatter to her ass. She wore the welts for a week. Yeah, sorry, tiny derail there...corporeal punishment just, UGH. "Discipline" and "punishment" aren't always the same things. You can discipline your child without belittling or hitting them. Slightly back on subject...give respect to a kid? Ha! What do they know, the little nasty crotchspawn? See, they're supposed to do and say and think and believe just like their parents. And if they don't? Well, the two sides of the Grand Canyon are closer than the parents and child. I have a fairly normal relationship (I think) with my family. There's my asshat uncle who mooches off my grandmother and whom I, quite simply, loathe; my grandmother who treats my 50-year-old uncle like he's the baby of the family and fuck my mom/her husband/her kids, I used to have a good relationship with her, not so much anymore; my mother who's very stringent about injecting "God" or "Blessings" into everything that happens to her, especially if she's around her heathen daughter whom she loves but doesn't like; my dad, who's also very religious but much more quiet about it, he's also easier to talk to about everything under the sun because he won't outright judge you, BUT he's a snitch to my mother; and my three brothers, the youngest of which gets on everyone's nerves and who seems destined to be just like our craptacular uncle. He's smart, he just likes to act dumb and get everyone to do stuff for him, and he was a NICU baby, which just 'helps' his patheticness. The other two are alright dudes, but it's hard to talk to them when you don't know/don't give a shit about guns/tanks/planes/Nazis. My mother once promised me that if she got on my nerves, I could tell her and she wouldn't get mad. I can't remember if that was before or after I told her she couldn't carry a tune in a bucket (I was 10), but she won't let me forget saying that to this day. And respect? Bah, respect. I don't really respect myself, it's hard to when you've not had a job beyond tutoring and mentoring, can barely take care of yourself on a day-to-day basis, and constantly make retarded decisions, so I don't really ask for respect...which is good, since my parents would be reluctant to grant it, especially after finding out that I'm a heathen.
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Post by Caitshidhe on Aug 31, 2009 10:32:11 GMT -5
There was--is--little actual physical abuse around here. Most of it is verbal and emotional, telling me I'm worthless and humiliating me until I won't come out of my room for days at a time. They know what upsets me so they use that to make me feel like shit without actually touching me. People who actively physically abuse their children make me sick. I might personally dislike children, but that doesn't mean I want to see any of them hurt.
It sort of lends insight, though, doesn't it? Nobody has ever respected me or liked me much at all so it's hard for me to do it myself and I never expect it from other people.
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Post by RavynousHunter on Aug 31, 2009 14:08:05 GMT -5
Damn, girl. We can switch parents if ya want. I'm certain me and my brother can sort the bastards out right fast, and my parents can make you feel good...and teach the other, non-parental family members some fucking manners. Especially my mom, she doesn't take any shit...or any prisoners.
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Post by Paradox on Sept 14, 2009 17:11:05 GMT -5
I get along great with my parents and my sister. We don't always agree on matters of religion or politics, but we're there for each other in the end. And we love each other. We love my grandparents too, even if they have some serious issues. Sometimes we have to back off from associating with them when they try to shove it all onto us, but they've helped us a lot over the years too.
I don't know, I've always thought that you should love your family because they're the people who will always be there for you in the end. The problem is when they aren't there for you in the end, like in a lot of you guy's families. If children have an obligation to honor and respect their parents, then their parents have an equal obligation to be honorable and worthy of respect. That's what I think. My parents, God bless 'em, have taught me through example to be those things should I ever have children. I think yours have taught you the same thing, but in the opposite way (by acting as an example, but not a good example.)
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Post by RavynousHunter on Sept 14, 2009 19:00:35 GMT -5
You know...if I had more cammo apparel and a cool green Gunny-style hat and some fake awards, I'd go over to Cait's house and act like a Marine drill instructor.
"Gunnery Sergeant R. Lee Hunter," I LIKE IT!
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