I both liked and disliked them each, but for their different reasons and behaviors. More would need to be placed in context.

If you ask who am I more like, that would be mom.

I dislike both of my parents fairly equally to be honest.

My mom was intimidated by me. One of those "my brother got all the looks..." things. She couldn't pronounce the names of the authors I liked.

Who do you like more Mom or Dad?


I like your mum better. Not as hairy.
Sorry, were you talking about MY parents?

Both but i'm closer to my Mom.

(October 18, 2017 at 7:46 pm)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote: My mom was intimidated by me.

I was intimidated by my mother. Her glare has always looked rather psychopathic.

(October 18, 2017 at 8:12 pm)Hammy Wrote:

(October 18, 2017 at 7:46 pm)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote: My mom was intimidated by me.

I was intimidated by my mother. Her glare has always looked rather psychopathic.

After I started shooting/training with our Marine neighbor both the 'rents walked large circles around me. I had some payback coming.

(October 18, 2017 at 8:15 pm)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote:

(October 18, 2017 at 8:12 pm)Hammy Wrote: I was intimidated by my mother. Her glare has always looked rather psychopathic.

After I started shooting/training with our Marine neighbor both the 'rents walked large circles around me. I had some payback coming.

I'll just leave this here:

Quote:Ever had the feeling you've been here before?
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Every thought from here on in your life begins
And all you knew was wrong?

Did you see the red mist block your path?
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?

Arriving somewhere but not here

Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out was a song?

Arriving somewhere but not here

Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
Never look for the truth in your mother's eyes
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river
Rushing through your ears

(October 18, 2017 at 8:18 pm)Hammy Wrote:

(October 18, 2017 at 8:15 pm)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote: After I started shooting/training with our Marine neighbor both the 'rents walked large circles around me. I had some payback coming.

I'll just leave this here:

Quote:Ever had the feeling you've been here before?
Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
Every thought from here on in your life begins
And all you knew was wrong?

Did you see the red mist block your path?
Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?

Arriving somewhere but not here

Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out was a song?

Arriving somewhere but not here

Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
Never look for the truth in your mother's eyes
Never trust the sound of rain upon a river
Rushing through your ears

Mom was a child of the Depression. As oldest she had to raise the rest of the kids while her parents were working the fields. She had the responsibility but not the authority and you know how that goes. Skip ahead to when my brother was born prematurely, i.e., seven months after mom married the Y-donor. By that time she's already raised one family and wasn't interested in repeating the experience. I got more "how to operate a life" information from a one-legged Marine than I did at home.

I want to hear some of these "endless cat stories" (that could be a separate thread!).

As for me, it's complicated. I know for a fact I love myself the best. My mother is my only biological parent still alive. My biological father suffered a stroke due to agent Orange and died 8 years on in 1990. My mother shortly remarried, and he is a great family man, but we're just of different temperament, so some tension has developed over the years, but they're both well respected people. And he adopted me, which I'm happy about.

My mother and I have been on different wavelengths ever since our first family meeting after her remarriage. She confronted me about how I seemed distant toward my adopted father that day, but then I came up with some issues I actually had with her, not him. It got emotional, and her feelings were hurt. She is indeed a very emotional person, and that's hard for me to handle. She is also a chatterbox, which I am not. She was also neglectful of teaching me "life 101" stuff. She was terrified not to do basic adulting things for me, and I never knew how to stand up to her, because I felt like a man standing on train tracks waiting for the next BNSF to Santa Barbara, as if my standing there would stop it n its tracks. I just never learned to be a good self-advocate.

Both of my parents mean well, and we are in touch almost daily, but I am a very different person than them.