Mr. Ed
Be what you is not what you what you ain’t
- Location
- Central NY
Looking back I realize my parents had no business bringing new life Into this world.I suspect this may be true with a lot of ill-equipped parents not having clue on raising children and failing miserably at it. My dad, the preacher who desired the spotlight and recognition over the family he helped to create.This is the man who confided to me on his death bed blamed his wife, my mother, she made him feel like a child only because she was smarter than him, so he stayed away and missed out on raising my brothers and me.
My mother, worked at a good paying job, bought stocks from the company and gave my brothers and I a nice inheritance.In spite of her success she wanted to be recognized for her work and dedication in church where my dad preached, but never happened.
My dad, the narcissistic craved attention seeker he was, prearranged his own funeral calling it a celebration of life. He hand picked among people he had known through the churches he pastored and the Southern Baptist Convention to lead the service in his last effort to stand out and be noticed. The rebel I am refused to stand and pay tribute to weak, self-absorbed, hypocritical man he was.
Given what I know about my skills as parent, we should not have had children either. I was just as absent as my father, battling mental illness.By the time I was functioning enough to know my faults as a parent, our daughters were grown and moved away. I still make mistakes like slamming my daughter's new boyfriend she brought over to for us to meet in an email, she had her boyfriend to read. They have been together 6 months now and she still hasn't forgiven me and refuses to include him in conversations with her mother or me.
My youngest daughter is also in relationship with a nice man, she is happy and he and I get along with each other great. Still I wish I could have enjoyed my daughters when they were young.
My mother, worked at a good paying job, bought stocks from the company and gave my brothers and I a nice inheritance.In spite of her success she wanted to be recognized for her work and dedication in church where my dad preached, but never happened.
My dad, the narcissistic craved attention seeker he was, prearranged his own funeral calling it a celebration of life. He hand picked among people he had known through the churches he pastored and the Southern Baptist Convention to lead the service in his last effort to stand out and be noticed. The rebel I am refused to stand and pay tribute to weak, self-absorbed, hypocritical man he was.
Given what I know about my skills as parent, we should not have had children either. I was just as absent as my father, battling mental illness.By the time I was functioning enough to know my faults as a parent, our daughters were grown and moved away. I still make mistakes like slamming my daughter's new boyfriend she brought over to for us to meet in an email, she had her boyfriend to read. They have been together 6 months now and she still hasn't forgiven me and refuses to include him in conversations with her mother or me.
My youngest daughter is also in relationship with a nice man, she is happy and he and I get along with each other great. Still I wish I could have enjoyed my daughters when they were young.