Never liked either of my parents very much. Neither were around much growing up, and then saddled me with raising my sister on my own. My father was a sexist pig who's idea of affection was "I feed you, don't I?" and he was a pathological liar on top of that. My mother was an alcoholic, who would rather party and get drunk than come home.
If I had to choose, I guess I'd choose my mother.
If I had to choose, I guess I'd choose my mother.
"Tradition" is just a word people use to make themselves feel better about being an asshole.
