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My mom married my dad after knowing him for only a few months. They moved in together almost immediately and I think they were the weed supply for the entire University of Monticello campus and surrounding area at the time (early seventies). My mom was depressed I think, she was prescribed lithium at a time when nobody was on it and reading her journals she seemed like she was contemplating suicide, she must have been in a weird place, marrying my dad so randomly (and they are still married after all these years). She was in the theatre department and eventually went on to get her Master's in technical theatre or whatever they called it at University of North Carolina later, apparently she just got up and left my dad for a year or so to do it because he didn't want to leave Arkansas. My dad seemed like a fun dude who liked to party and he was listening to a lot of great soul music until my mom came along and ruined his musical taste with her horrible mainstream Southern rock. At least he kept some of those records (Tower of Power's "You Ought to be Having Fun" was one of my favorite songs growing up)

I'm rambling

Pfft oh you mean like, when I was a kid. My dad was very abusive verbally and physically and angry a lot but he got a job as an over-the-road truck driver and left for months at a time and wouldn't be at home, and I loved it because he would send me postcards and when he came back home we would go to Showbiz Pizza/Chuck E. Cheese and see a movie and then he would leave just as he was getting hard to live with again. He could be really funny sometimes, like one time he was playing around with my mom and chasing her around the living room and kitchen and she hid under the table, and he jumped on it like a moron and broke it in half (my mom was fine) and actually laughed it off. We couldn't afford to get a replacement table right away so for weeks we kept using the broken table -- when we ate dinner and we'd pass the food around it would slide into the middle of the table where it was all bowing, from where my dad broke it in half.

My mom worked all the time and my grandmother took care of us, she was/is really lazy at home and a terrible cook and smoked too much, and kind of trashy but proud of it? She was really hard on me and I had emotional problems (I've probably been bipolar my whole life) and she was always telling me I was "emotionally retarded" and to just suck it up and stuff... I remember any time I got hurt she would tell me I had a really low pain threshold, no matter how bad the injury was. Like one time when I had a punctured eardrum and I was screaming in pain, and it opened randomly in public and she had to drive me home, and she was just sighing a lot and obviously annoyed at my screaming. Not a very nurturing person at all LOL

Idk typical working class household I guess

I'm not sure the typical working class has your family's emotional problems...

mte. Not to mention all the physical and emotional abuse. That's nothing like what my friends and I grew up with, anyway.

I'm so sorry you had to deal with that, childings.

You're right, that was supposed to be a joke I guess... I sort of laugh off most of this stuff, that's my way of dealing with it most of the time anyway. I didn't realize that yeah, it does sound kind of offensive

Ever since I left the house and I rarely visit and all the other kids are gone my parents seem to have chilled out a whole lot, maybe they just shouldn't have had kids? (I forgot to mention that my mom was 28 and my dad was 30 when they had their first kid, me, and then they had three others after that... so it seems like something they put off for a really long time)

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