My parents divorced when I was 8 and I have had an awkward living situation with both of them since then. I have to pack my stuff and alternate houses every two weeks.
It's an okay arrangement, I guess.
But I've never felt like I had a home, and since I have never lived with either of my parents for a long period of time, it never felt like they were parents to me. I had to mostly take care of myself.
I mean, I've been doing my own laundry since I was 8. What 8-year-old does laundry?
I'm used to it now, but I just feel like I was established as an adult way early, and I really wish I had been mothered at some point when I needed it because I never was.
Actually, I still want to be mothered.
I've heard it's a nice feeling.
Anonymous
09:18:00 PM
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my family could not afford a washing machine. buck up and look on the bright side at least your not an orphan right.
Right. Live with it. No one has a "normal" childhood. I didn't meet my real father until i was 10. I lived with my mom and my step father (who i thought was the real one) until they divorced. Then my mom remarried and then divorced. Then again. I moved here to live with my father and i go back and forth every summer and winter. I've went to 7 different schools in 7 years. 3 different ones for middle school (in 3 different states no less!)
Right. We may have had our difficulties but we are stronger for it.
I quote Frank Herbert:
"There should be a science of discontent. People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles."
There ya have it. Dont complain.
PS: I've had that quote memorized for a loooong time.
PSS: Sorry about the rant. I actually never complain about this stuff because i am very grateful for the life i have. Those of you that know me, i wanted you to know that.
anon2 cont.
My stepfather (the first one) was also and alcoholic and my mother (still is but improving) would burst into violent fits and... well we'll just leave it there.
maybe related to the divorces?
yeah.
Feel free to complain. That's why you're here. It's Tangst.
I'll listen.
I've been doing my laundry about that long.
And my household was a reasonably happy one.
Wait... this wasn't an attempt at laundry angst, was it? If so, I applaud you, my friend. Very well done.
My parents divorced when I was seven and I switch houses every week. Reading this post made me feel like it was something I'd written, only I guess I never counted the divorce and my feelings about it as a secret, just as something to live with. It's hard not knowing what a real family is like, not understanding it.
Poster number two, Fuck You! Its not a competition and you're not a winner for putting this person down.
Even if my mother hadn't been violently bipolar, my father hadn't cheated and been a mising pretentious bastard, the divorce alone was enough to feel terrible about, even before (like you second poster) I started hopping from school to school and house to house etc. I know what alchol and pill-popping, violence, abuse, unsettled homes, no friends, suicidal parents, unfamiliar schools, and untreated anxiety are like. I know about cutting, self-hatred, hostility, shitty boyfriends, shitty girlfriends, sexual and religious confusions, people leaving for the military, people dying, school troubles, getting into college angst, and what love are all like, oh so-wise self-righteous second poster.
And I agree that having divorced parents still sucks, even without the rest.
Go for it, original poster. Tangst is for TEEN ANGST. Complain and rant and rock on! I feel for you.
Second poster is having a competition for hardest life that OP, you are glad you are not winning.
Anon7, you are also engaging in the "competition for hardest life."
Hypocrisywatch.
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