But even though all this was going on at home, if someone had tried to take me away and put me in a children's home, I couldn't have handled it. Even though my mother was very brutal, it was my home.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I had to go on without my mother, even though I was suffering terribly, grieving her.
My father had a very violent temper, and he was never home. So I was kind of a mama's boy.
I hated to be treated as a child. I thought it was the worst situation.
When I was a kid, my mother's parenting style teetered between benign neglect and intense bouts of violence.
It was my father who - after, at age 15, I had attempted unsuccessfully to drive the family car using a 'borrowed' key and knocked down a wall of the garage - convinced me over the telephone not to run away from home and who then came home from work not to punish me but rather to console and comfort me.
As a child I had dealt with a lot of loss and grief. I was constantly losing my parents, losing my home, constantly moving around, living with this stranger, that stepfather, or whatever.
I was just a very torn child, very wounded in so many areas, with no family support. I happened to the be the fifth child of my family. So everybody was already grown and had left home already.
I had to force myself not to be overly protective because I had lost one child.
During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.
I would have gone home to my mother, but I'm not that crazy about my mother.
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