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Chrasstor:
Both of my parents are blue-collar lower-middle class workers. My dad makes 12$ an hour and my Mom makes 20$.

My family is far from wealthy. My mom's kind of overbearing and wants me to be a doctor or a lawyer or some stupid shit like that, regardless of how many times I tell her I'm not. I'm sick of her telling me what I'd like, but that doesn't stop her! My dad's pretty good with letting me choose my own path, though. I'd say personality-wise, I'm more like my dad. Sporadically in a good mood, but on the flip side, also randomly grouchy and self-loathing.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm bipolar, but I don't think it's as bad as that.

Boro_Bandito:
I was typing up a response for this thread, and realized by the end of it, I had somewhere around 8 paragraphs. So rather than blogging about my parent's life history, how they met, and why they turned out the way they are and how that affected how they raised me and my siblings.

So instead let's just say that I know way way way too much about them, but I'm alive, and in college, and they still support me and I'm on speaking terms with them, so I don't think they fucked up through raising me too much. So to them, thanks guys, good job, I don't blame you too much for any particular issue that a few months of therapy wouldn't clear up.

RedLion:
My father's pretty old--63. He's the director of the city transit service, and he served in the military for 30 years. He fought in Vietnam and Desert Storm, and was called into Bosnia for a short amount of time. He's very well-intentioned and cares deeply for his family and always want to do the right thing. but he's often too afraid of making a mistake or causing a rift between himself and my mom that he holds back and becomes fake, going "hee hee" or "hoo hoo" instead of actually, truly laughing. And this makes me incredibly sad at times. Because he's an amazing man, who, really, could be so much more than what he is. He has a fairly open mind, and everyone around town knows him, a large number of people in Madison know him, and plenty of people out here in DC (where I am as I write this) know him too. He's known, respected and liked, and yet...i feel bad for him. And I don't know why.

My mom's a band teacher, she's stubborn, she holds grudges and she's frankly ignorant and irrational on a lot of topics, and that's not just typical teenage arrogance talking. Her lack of reasoning astounds me at times, as it does to my dad and my ex-therapist. She does care about me and my sister very much, but only when it's convenient for her. If we've pissed her off, she gives the cold shoulder treatment, which is pretty pathetic, considering I'm 18 going on 19 and my sister is nearly 25. She also refuses to say "Love you" or anything of the sort to my dad, despite his repeated usage of the phrase. I love both of my parents, but my mom lacks respectability for me. '

They're both very lenient though, generally not setting any curfew, letting me use their car(s) when I needed to, and not sticking their nose into every vestige of my personal life...unless it had to do with school. Then they'd be all over it.

morca007:
I love my parents, they're not perfect, but they try.

My dad's from a rich Jewish family, but he's one to break from tradition, and moved us out west for Windsurfing and snowboarding. He never had a 'normal' job, and was away, traveling around the world a lot when I was growing up, which meant that I didn't see him for weeks at a time, but when he was home, I got to spend as much time as I wanted with him. Thanks to his working in what he did I got a lot of pretty unique experiences growing up that I didn't notice at the time, like watching him design windsurfing/kiting/snowboarding stuff, basically living inside the boardsport industry. While my friends were reading Snowboarding mag I was reading Transworld business, meeting industry heads, that sort of thing. Also, he is fond of buying sail boats and making us go on extended sailing trips.
Basically he is cooler than I will ever be.
Seriously. Walking around downtown with him is humbling and a bit annoying.
Now that I'm a bit older, I'm beginning to see him as a dude I probably would like to hang out with if he weren't my dad.
I also know very little about his life pre-me. Except that he quit school to go to the Windsurfing world championship a few weeks after dislocating/tearing both his shoulders.

He and my mother raised us in a pretty secular, liberal household and encouraged us to make up our own minds on religion and politics.

My mom is a very warm, nice person. She gave up her career to raise my sister and I, and has always been encouraging in everything I do. I don't have a whole lot to say about her except I love her to bits.

This was a bit longer than I intended.

blaha 41:
Wow, so far everyone has really wonderful (even if it sounds like some of the descriptions veer towards emotionally rough childhoods) parents.

I really think that we all turn into at least 50% if not 80% of our parents, and I'm hanging out with this girl now whom I really enjoy but whose parents I really don't enjoy so it's a major strike against her.

A few things that my parents taught me:

- It's never ok to get fat/lazy/ or stupid.
- If a girl has to ask a guy out first, then the guy really isn't all that into the girl.
- The guy should be older than the girl.
- no matter how rich you are, never buy anything that's not on sale.

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