You know, it's a wonder any of us survived our teenage years.
Right after that Christmas, my parents decided to move. Granted it was next door to my dad's home place. So it was a good move for them. But at 16, I thought it was a step down into a "lower class" neighborhood. I was embarrassed.
There was a bunch of other crap going on with church and stuff where my parents ~should~ have intervened. Even though I went away to college, I didn't actually get away from that cult completely until after I moved back home.
I can't spare my kids from all the hurts of the world. But I can certainly try not to cause them.
Sheesh tho...enough of this!
What's for lunch?
;-)
I guess I'm lucky... never had my parents do anything too spectacularly horrible. There was the one year that I was wishing and wishing for a trip to England for a Christmas present - but I knew that wouldn't happen.
The biggest thing I can think of is the time my mother didn't bother to mail in my FAFSA and I lost scholarships. That's when I had to drop down to part time and work my way through school. In the end it worked out much, much better than my original plan anyway so I try not to hold a grudge.
I'm thinking about a McDonalds Happy Meal. :-D