Your Relationship with your Parents

Parents. Brrr... This poem comes to mind:

Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.


Yeah, I dunno. My Dad's just uncannily like I am, plus some little things that add up, but we get along fine. My mom's very different, and I'd say that if we weren't related, we'd see things too differently to ever be close friends. And like the cliche goes, we've had out issues. Neither of them were perfect, but they tried their best, and that's what counts for me. Now I'm an adult, I guess we're now all adults, and have our weaknesses, insecurities, flaws and thus humanity.

Jam it back in, in the dark.