My mother didn't try to stab my father until I was six, but she must have shown signs of oddness before that.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was a kid, my mother's parenting style teetered between benign neglect and intense bouts of violence.
My father had a very violent temper, and he was never home. So I was kind of a mama's boy.
I was lucky to have my dad in my life. As crazy as things got, I always had him to put his hand on my shoulder.
My mother was very protective of her four boys.
My father made with me one serious mistake which I see parents about me making. He got himself somehow into the awkward position of an authority; I thought he knew and was right on everything - for a while.
My mother was an artist and highly strung, whereas my father was much calmer.
My dad died when I was young; my mom remarried with more haste than sense to a fellow... he wasn't evil or anything, but he was worthless.
My mother was very strong. Once, she picked up a coconut and smashed it against my father's head. It taught me about women defending themselves and not collapsing in a heap.
My mother killed herself when I was 12. I won't complete that relationship. But I can try to understand her.
On the one hand, I've had such a normal upbringing with my mum, who has kept me grounded, but on the other, the wild experiences through my dad.
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