Honestly, it sucks. I have never been able to take advice from either of my parents as an adult. Of course as a teen they seemed dumb to me, but even then I recognized that I was a teenager and that perception was typical for my age. But they never got any smarter. Frankly, the older I’ve grown, the more like children my parents seem to me. As a kid they always told me I was super smart. Now as an adult, do they listen to me if I try to correct their mistakes? They do not. They’ve been suckers for cons my whole life.
And no, I’m nowhere near as smart as they led me to think.
Yeah my dad never bothered me with that, but boy oh boy my mom does.
That was the biggest part of their struggle. My dad was a wild animal and my mom should’ve married a preacher.
She’s married to a man who sees the world like she does now. He’s a good dude and he’s perfect for her. She spent 30 years trying to make it work with my dad.
I like my mom’s husband, but stories could be written about my dad (wasn’t my father, just raised me).
He lived a life that would make some award winning movies look like Sesame Street.
Honestly, it sucks. I have never been able to take advice from either of my parents as an adult. Of course as a teen they seemed dumb to me, but even then I recognized that I was a teenager and that perception was typical for my age. But they never got any smarter. Frankly, the older I’ve grown, the more like children my parents seem to me. As a kid they always told me I was super smart. Now as an adult, do they listen to me if I try to correct their mistakes? They do not. They’ve been suckers for cons my whole life.
And no, I’m nowhere near as smart as they led me to think.
My dad was the dumbest man I ever knew and he still had wonderful advice sometimes.
I mean, I can say that to you here and you can only imagine with the limited data, but my dad was duuuuuuumb.
There is value in our idiot parents. We just have to find it.
My dad’s advice sums up basically to “come back to Jesus.” Mom was far worse, but she died recently.
Yeah my dad never bothered me with that, but boy oh boy my mom does.
That was the biggest part of their struggle. My dad was a wild animal and my mom should’ve married a preacher.
She’s married to a man who sees the world like she does now. He’s a good dude and he’s perfect for her. She spent 30 years trying to make it work with my dad.
I like my mom’s husband, but stories could be written about my dad (wasn’t my father, just raised me).
He lived a life that would make some award winning movies look like Sesame Street.