People claim they have no interesting stories and then will tell me tales of happy childhoods where they had parents support and love them and they went on road trips and had the joy of just being a child and I can’t help but think of that fantasy world they got to live for all those years as something beautiful and beyond what human experience for most of our history was even capable of.
People toss off the casual miracles cause they lack shine but having a parent that didn’t rape and abuse is quite an interesting story to me.
I’m sorry, be strong and outlive the fuckers so that we can confirm that they die.
Don’t know why but these comments hit hard. Showed me my privilege, I suppose. My parents were distant, emotionally absent, manipulative, and controlling. And, of course, they fucked me up*. I’ve had more than one (ex) girlfriend accuse me of being an emotional cripple. But I was never afraid of my parents physically. And now they’re both passed, so it’s up to me to try not to fuck up my kids.
This Be The Verse, Philip Larkin
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.
People claim they have no interesting stories and then will tell me tales of happy childhoods where they had parents support and love them and they went on road trips and had the joy of just being a child and I can’t help but think of that fantasy world they got to live for all those years as something beautiful and beyond what human experience for most of our history was even capable of.
People toss off the casual miracles cause they lack shine but having a parent that didn’t rape and abuse is quite an interesting story to me.
I’m sorry, be strong and outlive the fuckers so that we can confirm that they die.
Don’t know why but these comments hit hard. Showed me my privilege, I suppose. My parents were distant, emotionally absent, manipulative, and controlling. And, of course, they fucked me up*. I’ve had more than one (ex) girlfriend accuse me of being an emotional cripple. But I was never afraid of my parents physically. And now they’re both passed, so it’s up to me to try not to fuck up my kids.
This Be The Verse, Philip Larkin
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.