Your Relationship with your Parents

I don't get on well with my parents. They both mean well, but seldom do well, and they were lax enough in the beggining that now, towards the end, their efforts to curb my behavior are met with defiance. I've been kicked out once, beat a couple times, scared shitless a few, and had more fights with both of them than I care to count.

My mother has always been harder to deal with. She's a flamboyant Italian who's, seriously now, not of sound mind. Something snapped when they divorced, and she's gotten worse as time goes by. However, she's always been a liar, and has absolutely no tact at all. No amount of enthusiam for being the mom's mom could change the fact she was bad at it.

My dad is a great man, and I've more respect and admiration for him than most people. That only goes so far though, and it doesn't change the fact that he's never really been there, not sincerely. He treats being a father as I treat being a sutdent, just something he has to do. Living with him since the divorce is more fun than it should be, as I'm treated more like a roomie than a son.

This probably paints a bleak picture, but I don't mean for it to. I've taken advantage of everything, and it's not as though I've made their job easier for them. But it's all truth.

And hey, I turned out okay, and they sure did try. They still are, actually. In the end I suppose blood ties are just that though, and if they call I'll come. I won't like it though.

Jam it back in, in the dark.