My parents split up when I was about 2. I realize more and more how much I'm like my father. My gentleness comes from my mother.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father and my mother separated when I was two.
We learn much of parenting from our own parents. My love for my father deepened profoundly when he was kind, patient, and understanding.
I had a very distant relationship with my father. It was always just me and my mother. It was a shattering blow when she died. I was 16.
While my mother lived, I always felt to a certain degree as if I had somebody who was my superior and who exercised a mysterious protection over me. I belonged to something - I hung to something - there is nothing that has so much reverence and religion in it as affection to parents.
I became the kind of parent my mother was to me.
My parents were divorced when I was young. I was really brought up by my mother's side of the family.
My parents separated when I was very small. I grew up with my mother, and I was a single child then. She was very independent, doing her things and having fun alone and working.
My mother and father split up when I was three and my brother was still in the womb.
I'm a father myself for the first time in my life, and I had very very loving parents.
My parents split up when I was 3 years old, and I lived with my mother.