Seems I'm the only "only child" here so far- unless I missed a post- I didn't have siblings until I was an adult, step-siblings at that, so I'm not sure that counts in this conversation.
As the single child I experienced the best and the worst of being the Golden Child and the Fuck Up, so growing up with my mother, and her second husband, was paradoxically rough yet easy:
Rough because my stepfather was an intolerable, pseudo-intellectual, mysophobe, jackass who could never be wrong. For as long as I can recall (he was around since age 4 to 18) if there was something wrong in the house, it was me. The way I played with my toys, or dressed, or ate, slept, studied... you get the gist. He was the type of man that censored everything I got to see in the media, and wouldn't allow anything Pokemon or Digimon related into the household. You know, cos Evilution.
There were more than a handful of times he would get violent with me, and as I got older I'd strike back. It was a shitty relationship since I could acknowledge it as such with perhaps a moment or two of peace, and a shaky one at that.
My mother on the other hand made things easy at times because she was always loving and helped me through the shitstorm that was the vast majority of my childhood. She always praised my work at school, even when it got steadily shittier as time went on and my self-confidence and attitude plummeted, and allowed me to go out and do things I knew my stepdad would never allow for completely irrational reasons. I even have a sneaking suspicion that in my later years of teenage disobedience-sneaking out and all that jazz- she enabled me quite a few times and kept things from my stepdad. I've asked but she denies it. There were just too many close calls of sneaking back in for me to have been that lucky. xD
As the single child I experienced the best and the worst of being the Golden Child and the Fuck Up, so growing up with my mother, and her second husband, was paradoxically rough yet easy:
Rough because my stepfather was an intolerable, pseudo-intellectual, mysophobe, jackass who could never be wrong. For as long as I can recall (he was around since age 4 to 18) if there was something wrong in the house, it was me. The way I played with my toys, or dressed, or ate, slept, studied... you get the gist. He was the type of man that censored everything I got to see in the media, and wouldn't allow anything Pokemon or Digimon related into the household. You know, cos Evilution.
There were more than a handful of times he would get violent with me, and as I got older I'd strike back. It was a shitty relationship since I could acknowledge it as such with perhaps a moment or two of peace, and a shaky one at that.
My mother on the other hand made things easy at times because she was always loving and helped me through the shitstorm that was the vast majority of my childhood. She always praised my work at school, even when it got steadily shittier as time went on and my self-confidence and attitude plummeted, and allowed me to go out and do things I knew my stepdad would never allow for completely irrational reasons. I even have a sneaking suspicion that in my later years of teenage disobedience-sneaking out and all that jazz- she enabled me quite a few times and kept things from my stepdad. I've asked but she denies it. There were just too many close calls of sneaking back in for me to have been that lucky. xD
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