I always felt like my mother cared a lot about me so we're very close but I think she wasn't such a good parent really beyond that. I was mostly raised alone in front of a TV set. That's what I looked to for company and even now I often have the TV on just for the noise to feel like someone is around. My older sister is a lot older than me and was mostly out of the house when I was little before she moved away and my younger half sister is a lot younger than me so I didn't have a lot of family around.
I was mostly left to myself so if I wanted to have cereal or popcorn for dinner and just told my mom when she got home we didn't have any homework that was just fine.
At my father's house, it was a lot more structured and I went there a lot too but we were never as close. I stayed with my mom more. They were probably better parents in a way but to this day, when I go there, I feel like they just don't care about me. I'm just a guest. Even now when I'm there I feel nervous, like I'm always doing something wrong. They will find a problem with the way I'm eating, I'm coughing too loudly, they don't like the way I sit, the clothes I'm wearing, etc.
They're the typical WASP family. You just sit there at the dinner table and try to act like you're normal people and put on a nice front while drinking a lot of red wine and trying to forget how much you resent each other. I end up looking at the overpriced crap my stepmother's cocaine addicted designer brought in that is supposed to show we're a sophisticated family living in Kentucky.
I do care about them a lot because they are my family but I really can't stand them for longer than a couple days. I don't know why I'm sharing something this personal.
Anyway, there's one really strange thing about living at my father's house. We had an actual human skull that me and my sister used to play with when we were kids. My father got it in medical school. Once my sister brushed its teeth to try to make them shinier. It seemed totally normal to us at the time but looking back on it, it does seem really weird. He never let us put it up for Halloween decorations because he thought it was disrespectful. Actually, he might have just thought the neighbors would think that was just too weird.
I was mostly left to myself so if I wanted to have cereal or popcorn for dinner and just told my mom when she got home we didn't have any homework that was just fine.
At my father's house, it was a lot more structured and I went there a lot too but we were never as close. I stayed with my mom more. They were probably better parents in a way but to this day, when I go there, I feel like they just don't care about me. I'm just a guest. Even now when I'm there I feel nervous, like I'm always doing something wrong. They will find a problem with the way I'm eating, I'm coughing too loudly, they don't like the way I sit, the clothes I'm wearing, etc.
They're the typical WASP family. You just sit there at the dinner table and try to act like you're normal people and put on a nice front while drinking a lot of red wine and trying to forget how much you resent each other. I end up looking at the overpriced crap my stepmother's cocaine addicted designer brought in that is supposed to show we're a sophisticated family living in Kentucky.
I do care about them a lot because they are my family but I really can't stand them for longer than a couple days. I don't know why I'm sharing something this personal.
Anyway, there's one really strange thing about living at my father's house. We had an actual human skull that me and my sister used to play with when we were kids. My father got it in medical school. Once my sister brushed its teeth to try to make them shinier. It seemed totally normal to us at the time but looking back on it, it does seem really weird. He never let us put it up for Halloween decorations because he thought it was disrespectful. Actually, he might have just thought the neighbors would think that was just too weird.