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Deranged Pineapple:
Well... My parents when they were together were an odd pair.

My mother: A quality manager for a plastic piping company is a really good parent. She has her flaws but she's human. She's really the one who had a lot of influence on who I am today. I got a dry sense of humor, my wit, and my love of books, animals, and rock music from her. She's more outgoing than I am, though. She showed much affection to my younger sister. She may get on my nerves at times with her constant having to talk but I still love her. She was a rebel in her own way. My favorite picture of her is a polaroid taken around the time I was either a baby or before she was pregnant with me but anyway she was Employee of the Month at the place she used to work and she has big 80's hair, a Guns 'N' Roses t-shirt, and ripped jeans.

My father: A mechanic who had a reputation of being an outlaw. Definitely a redneck since he loves fishing, hunting, and country music. Never really showed much affection to me and my siblings (he has a daughter from a previous marriage). I don't even recall him saying "I love you" to us. He didn't want my lil sis. He left my mother for an older, uglier woman a year ago. Sometimes I wish he died instead. I swear a lot of my problems stem from how he treated us. Though, I did get my quietness from him.

It's a wonder their marriage lasted 20 years.  :|

Ozymandias:

--- Quote from: Blue Kitty on 01 Apr 2008, 15:38 ---To tell you the truth I did not actually know my parents until I was 7 years old.  For the first 7 years of my life I lived in Kansas, in what could be called the middle of no where, with my Aunt Muriel and my Uncle Eustace.  Around July of my 7th year my real parents came and took me to live in Michigan, where I have lived ever since.

Aunt Muriel, who I thought since the beginning of my stay was my actual mother, was a kind older woman.  She liked tea and usually tended her garden, played the sitar, or watched TV with Uncle Eustace, their small dog, and myself.  She was kind to everyone no matter what they did or have done, and she was fairly slow to anger.  She helped people regardless of the reward and always tried her best at everything she did.  Uncle Eustace, on the other hand, was a grouch.  All he seemed to care about was himself, well himself and his truck.  I don't know why Aunt Muriel put up with him, but she did.

--- End quote ---

Are....are you joking around or are you really the nephew of the elderly couple from Courage the Cowardly Dog?

Skibas_clavicle:
My dad is rad. I've never seen him sans moustache, he has horrible grammar when he speaks English, he loves scuba diving and is always smiling. He's like my favourite man on the planet. My mom is sarcastic, ill tempered and generally batshit insane but one of the smartest ladies I know.

littlelove:
My dad is my best friend. He is really awesome, and plays guitar. He remodels old vans. Before I was born, he pimped out an 85 chevy short box, which I now own and am fixing up again. His most recent project is his 69 GMC, painted purple... it's not quite done yet. My dad plays guitar, and loves life. He's really smart, but doesn't show it to a lot of people, and he always has the best advice to offer. He is an electrician, but is also a man of all trades... whatever he wants to do, he will do it. I recently moved out, and he keeps coming up to visit and calling me :)

I don't live with my mom, on the sole reason that we never got along. We are rekindling our relationship right now, after about 15 years of intolerance. I know all of this sounds dumb, but shit was bad :P  She is a good woman, who loves to sing and be active. I have many good memories of her from before the age of six, and she is slowly working her way back in. She works as an Educational Assistant in a school for challenged or gifted students.

Fenriswolf:
Well. My biological father died when I was 11 months old. My mother and he were very much in love, very much into drugs - so much so that the only recreational drug my mother hasn't taken is cocaine and that's only because it wasn't accessible in NZ. So much so that she closely empathises with Trainspotting and thinks it's awesome how realistic the scenes of them cooking etc were.

My mother has had one horrendous life and it's really destroyed mine. Our relationship is weird, we argue a lot and badly but when we get on we talk more like friends than parent-daughter. It scares me how straight she's got in the last few years, I don't really know how to process it. But she still has real anger management issues with the kids (I have a 7 & 9yo brother & sister), and is quite abusive in her treatment of her partner - who in turn had a f*ed up upbringing and can be a violent drunk.

My step-father is no longer talking to me. He was my primary caregiver growing up (from ~1 year) but didn't really know how to cope once I was a teenager. My mother left him when I was 13 for his best friend. He ended up with my mother's partner's wife. She quite clearly loves him for his money (we were very poor growing up but Christian built his business up until he's now making upward of $120k pa), it's sad. I always wanted to like her but the stupid stoner couldn't resist the urge to use me.

As a teenager my father was out taking party pills and speed, coming home high at 8 o'clock in the morning while my boyfriend, stepsister and I made breakfast and read the paper. We had a huge stereo and strobe light, we'd have dance parties till the wee hours. From 13 years old he was buying me premixes and letting me go into town in knee-high boots and mini skirts. I spent most of my weekends drinking whiskey while the adults drunk and smoked pot, and playing 500 while talking about politics. It made it hard to relate to other teenagers filching 200ml of vodka from their mum.

He stopped talking to me most recently because I called him out on having my siblings over. My mother, her partner, and their two kids live in Wellington where I live. My (step)father, his partner, her adult daughter from her youth and her younger daughter from her marriage to my mother's partner live in Christchurch. When my siblings were visiting THEIR sister's mutual sister they organised for the kids to all go to my father's house. I explained to him how completely inappropriate that was and when he wanted to know why I didn't want him to know them I said it was Fiona (his partner) and he knows how I feel about her. He went off his nut, called me a fucking cunt, and hung up on me. By that point in our relationship it was just funny he'd sunk that low.

So that's the short short short version  :roll:

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