You are very lucky kendra; my father used me as a whipping post and my mother stood by and let him do it.
Still, the thing I always wanted most was for my father to love me. I approached him in '97 and told him that I loved him my wishes. He died later that year.
My mother prefers her sons to her daughters. I lived down the street from her and she has visited my brother more often than me and he lives in Australia.
All good though, I learned from my parents what not to do with my children! I love my children to death, both the two girls and the two boys and I tell them all the time that I love them.
So thanks mum and dad for teaching me how to be a parent
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