When the Bird Flies the coop
Life is about the same, I have my beautiful baby, My beautiful other half, Nother much more you could ask for.
I have been attempting to make an effort to be more effectionate towards them and spend more time. It seems sometimes I just get lost in other things and end up neglecting those whome are the most important to me.
What does it mean to really "know" someone? Does it mean to know their entire life history, and that of their family? or is it more subtle and just knowing what they like, like their favorite car, quality time, or the fact that their favorite sub is a pizzoli from subway, and their favorite restaurant is olive garden, they love to ride rollercoasters, and wants the white picket fence and all the romance they can have?
To me its the latter of the 2. I think you know someone when you know how their feelings work, what they like, dislike, and not necessary the storybook of their life. To me that is knowing just a portion of them as well...their past.
I really do not like much of my past. Most of it is surrounded with abuse, either of the physical or emotional mental type.
I grew up with mostly italians, and was taught when i'm the only guy there, i'm the man of the house and anything that happens falls on me.
I disliked that the first time I was sitting on a wall that surrounds a dumpster at an old apartment and my sister was trying to climb up with me...
He called me in and proceeded to beat the piss outta me (literally) with his belt buckle as he held me off the ground by my hair. not fun. Then I got it again for my sister attempting to climb the wall. again..not fun. Why did it get it again you ask for HER doing it? I told ya. I'm the man of the house, as I was with her, so I am responsible for what goes on.
Did I mention he was in the mafia? or the guy who collects the money? (legbreaker)
not a very nice guy. He was always a come and go type of step-father. He would be here for a few months, dissapear for a few months. He would try to buy nice things for us when he came to make up for the time he was gone when we mostly lived with no power or water due to him going to jail for a while and my mother working 2 jobs and not making enough money. Definitly not fun.
She used to cry every night because she thought she was not a good mother. How wrong she is. She honestly tried her best to provide, and I love her more then life itself for the effort she put into us.
I'll write again sometime to let more feelings out, sometimes it does feel good to let go of ghosts and demons dragging you down.
All I know is, I NEVER want to have my kids grow up like I did in an environment like that.
I have been attempting to make an effort to be more effectionate towards them and spend more time. It seems sometimes I just get lost in other things and end up neglecting those whome are the most important to me.
What does it mean to really "know" someone? Does it mean to know their entire life history, and that of their family? or is it more subtle and just knowing what they like, like their favorite car, quality time, or the fact that their favorite sub is a pizzoli from subway, and their favorite restaurant is olive garden, they love to ride rollercoasters, and wants the white picket fence and all the romance they can have?
To me its the latter of the 2. I think you know someone when you know how their feelings work, what they like, dislike, and not necessary the storybook of their life. To me that is knowing just a portion of them as well...their past.
I really do not like much of my past. Most of it is surrounded with abuse, either of the physical or emotional mental type.
I grew up with mostly italians, and was taught when i'm the only guy there, i'm the man of the house and anything that happens falls on me.
I disliked that the first time I was sitting on a wall that surrounds a dumpster at an old apartment and my sister was trying to climb up with me...
He called me in and proceeded to beat the piss outta me (literally) with his belt buckle as he held me off the ground by my hair. not fun. Then I got it again for my sister attempting to climb the wall. again..not fun. Why did it get it again you ask for HER doing it? I told ya. I'm the man of the house, as I was with her, so I am responsible for what goes on.
Did I mention he was in the mafia? or the guy who collects the money? (legbreaker)
not a very nice guy. He was always a come and go type of step-father. He would be here for a few months, dissapear for a few months. He would try to buy nice things for us when he came to make up for the time he was gone when we mostly lived with no power or water due to him going to jail for a while and my mother working 2 jobs and not making enough money. Definitly not fun.
She used to cry every night because she thought she was not a good mother. How wrong she is. She honestly tried her best to provide, and I love her more then life itself for the effort she put into us.
I'll write again sometime to let more feelings out, sometimes it does feel good to let go of ghosts and demons dragging you down.
All I know is, I NEVER want to have my kids grow up like I did in an environment like that.