#4: Family life
If family life is supposed to be an education of how to love someone, then my family flunked the class.
How do you remember your parents?
I was always envious of those families that were a happy tribe of four and grew up normally in a cozy house. The children grow up watching their parents love and cherish one another…maybe even accidentally catch mommy and daddy “wrestling” during an unannounced entry into the bedroom. I read once that children who observe their parents adore one another (and sometimes visibly give their partner more attention than the kids) will have a better chance of having equally healthy and satisfying relationships as an adult and be just as good to their partner.
That I do not have the benefit of. I never have lived in a house before, and I can’t tell you that I remember one single time I’ve seen my parents kiss. I wasn’t even created from two healthy parents, something many of you take for granted. Both sides of my family are genetic disasters and I am the result. We’ll go over my parents in the next few long and winded posts and that will give you a good account of my homelife during childhood and the genetic curse of my bloodline.
Let’s start with “Old Man.”