I feel fortunate every day that I had loving parents. I remember how fucked up some of my friends’ parents were, and I hear horror stories every day about my wife’s (mostly her mother). I’ve seen her weep over how she always had to walk on eggshells around a mom who never said she loved her, and never had a single kind word to say about her or anyone else, but then turn around and do everything in her power to make sure that our daughter (5) does not have that same experience. She doesn’t pay that trauma forward, and I respect it. So many parents for so many generations just paid that shit forward.
I feel fortunate every day that I had loving parents. I remember how fucked up some of my friends’ parents were, and I hear horror stories every day about my wife’s (mostly her mother). I’ve seen her weep over how she always had to walk on eggshells around a mom who never said she loved her, and never had a single kind word to say about her or anyone else, but then turn around and do everything in her power to make sure that our daughter (5) does not have that same experience. She doesn’t pay that trauma forward, and I respect it. So many parents for so many generations just paid that shit forward.