It is more than dead. She ran off my dad, she was too unbalanced to keep any other relationships, and as an adult man, I don’t have time for her manipulation and games. She was a good parent, meaning I survived, but she is a bitter feminist spouts off talking points like a religious nut case.
I went full no contact for over 6 years before she passed away. Didn’t go to her funeral and I flushed my portion of her ashes down the toilet because she was the most neglectful, abusive, self centered narcissistic drug addicted alcoholic who couldn’t stop fucking random dudes. Growing up was a fucking nightmare and my sister and I should have been taken by CPS.
She’s the only reason I’m still here. She worked so hard for me to not only have a good life but also didn’t allow my dad and I to not have a relationship. She’s the best person and I couldn’t say enough positive things about her.
Addiction has caused a wedge between us, I just need a moment to re-center myself before I can deal with all of that again. Alcohol is a demon in my family, and sometimes, I just need some time away from that.
She did good raising us, the best that she knew how. I am grateful.
My parents split up just as I was entering adolescence. They had issues between the two of them, that from everything I saw, my dad wanted to work out, but my mom didn’t.
Between the two of them, my mom was the abusive one, emotionally and physically, my father worked long hours, but when he was home, he was very present, and my mom was on better behavior when he was around.
It always seemed crazy to me that it was my my who ended up getting custody of the two you gest kids (myself and my younger sister) given how unhinged and abusive she was, but that’s the Canadian family court for ya.
My mom did everything in her power to keep pur father away from us, she managed to poison our minds against him with her relentless manipulation.
My dad passed away a few years ago, I was grateful I got to have a relationship with him again, even though it wasn’t until adulthood when I was able to make that happen.
I have a relationship with my mom today. She’s in a better place than she was when I was a kid. The damage fro her actions u fortu stray is permanent, so I don’t really have a close relationship with her. I don’t share anything with her that isn’t absolutely necessary. Her actions cost me years of time with my father, who I really needed around at that stage of my life. I can never forgive that, especially now that he’s gone.
Pretty good. We see each other pretty regularly. She’s supportive and usually encouraging, although it’s pretty frustrating that I’m not good enough to live up to her expectations.
Moved out at 17 and never looked back. All she did was complain and try to bring everyone down to her miserable level. Still one of the best things I ever did was not get her victim mindset and get the fuck out of there. Now living a life I only dreamed of.
My father was a truck driver so not around a lot, so I say I was raised by my mom. I love her to death. We butt heads every now and again but we have a pretty good relationship. I can tell her pretty much anything and everything and I try and make it back home often to see her and my sisters
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She was both parents. I owe her everything ,worked two jobs, fed us before herself, and never made me feel like I lacked anything. She’s my hero
It is more than dead. She ran off my dad, she was too unbalanced to keep any other relationships, and as an adult man, I don’t have time for her manipulation and games. She was a good parent, meaning I survived, but she is a bitter feminist spouts off talking points like a religious nut case.
Great. Not sure what you mean by “why?”. Because she’s my mother, she raised me, and we developed a good working relationship over the years.
Our relationship is good because she fought like hell to make sure I could eat, sleep, get a good education, engage in hobbies, and feel loved.
That’s far more than my father ever did.
My dad won custody when I was about 14 but I was raised almost entirely by my mom before then.
The last I heard she’s somewhere in Indiana, adopted a replacement kid and everything. Poor bastard.
I went full no contact for over 6 years before she passed away. Didn’t go to her funeral and I flushed my portion of her ashes down the toilet because she was the most neglectful, abusive, self centered narcissistic drug addicted alcoholic who couldn’t stop fucking random dudes. Growing up was a fucking nightmare and my sister and I should have been taken by CPS.
Love her to pieces
She’s the only reason I’m still here. She worked so hard for me to not only have a good life but also didn’t allow my dad and I to not have a relationship. She’s the best person and I couldn’t say enough positive things about her.
My mom did her best, and I love her like crazy.
Addiction has caused a wedge between us, I just need a moment to re-center myself before I can deal with all of that again. Alcohol is a demon in my family, and sometimes, I just need some time away from that.
She did good raising us, the best that she knew how. I am grateful.
My parents split up just as I was entering adolescence. They had issues between the two of them, that from everything I saw, my dad wanted to work out, but my mom didn’t.
Between the two of them, my mom was the abusive one, emotionally and physically, my father worked long hours, but when he was home, he was very present, and my mom was on better behavior when he was around.
It always seemed crazy to me that it was my my who ended up getting custody of the two you gest kids (myself and my younger sister) given how unhinged and abusive she was, but that’s the Canadian family court for ya.
My mom did everything in her power to keep pur father away from us, she managed to poison our minds against him with her relentless manipulation.
My dad passed away a few years ago, I was grateful I got to have a relationship with him again, even though it wasn’t until adulthood when I was able to make that happen.
I have a relationship with my mom today. She’s in a better place than she was when I was a kid. The damage fro her actions u fortu stray is permanent, so I don’t really have a close relationship with her. I don’t share anything with her that isn’t absolutely necessary. Her actions cost me years of time with my father, who I really needed around at that stage of my life. I can never forgive that, especially now that he’s gone.
Pretty good. We see each other pretty regularly. She’s supportive and usually encouraging, although it’s pretty frustrating that I’m not good enough to live up to her expectations.
Moved out at 17 and never looked back. All she did was complain and try to bring everyone down to her miserable level. Still one of the best things I ever did was not get her victim mindset and get the fuck out of there. Now living a life I only dreamed of.
My father was a truck driver so not around a lot, so I say I was raised by my mom. I love her to death. We butt heads every now and again but we have a pretty good relationship. I can tell her pretty much anything and everything and I try and make it back home often to see her and my sisters