Personal Advice for Parental Difficulties: a Useful Tip
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Personal Advice for Parental Difficulties: A Useful Tip
My parents seemed to always be fighting. Usually me and my brother, my sister being too young before they divorced, would go upstairs when we were told to meaning a fight was about to go down, but sometimes we would sit on the stairs listening until it got too loud and scary for us to handle. They would fight mainly about money and once I saw my dad crying, the lesson I would learn wouldn’t occur until high school, nevertheless I was constantly surrounded by arguing whether it be my parents or me and my siblings. As my brother, sister and I grew up, our parent’s separated, divorced, for my dad it lead to enjoying alcohol to depending on it every day. Yet they still argued and now argue about everything they can, my dad usually ending it having the loudest, scariest roar. The same would happen when my siblings and I, usually home alone summer time bringing up the most memories, would fight until someone got extremely angry at not getting their way and hit someone or do something else to hurt the other person, thanks mom and dad for our internalized arguing skills. Being the oldest, most mature it was up to me to try to deal with it or call my dad when it got to that point which was almost every other day throughout middle school, being at home with my dad’s girlfriend, Tennille’s two children of eight and twelve as well. These situations went on until our family split up even more when my brother was taken by the state to a boy’s home, and my dad and Tennille split up leaving my dad to take care of me and my sister. This was when my dad and I started fighting much like him and my mother used to and occasionally still proceeds to do, he often told me how much I remind him of her and would call me awful names and yell at me at the same level if not louder. These arguments would happen at least everyday if not more for at least two-three years declining in severity as senior year approached and I was never...
My parents seemed to always be fighting. Usually me and my brother, my sister being too young before they divorced, would go upstairs when we were told to meaning a fight was about to go down, but sometimes we would sit on the stairs listening until it got too loud and scary for us to handle. They would fight mainly about money and once I saw my dad crying, the lesson I would learn wouldn’t occur until high school, nevertheless I was constantly surrounded by arguing whether it be my parents or me and my siblings. As my brother, sister and I grew up, our parent’s separated, divorced, for my dad it lead to enjoying alcohol to depending on it every day. Yet they still argued and now argue about everything they can, my dad usually ending it having the loudest, scariest roar. The same would happen when my siblings and I, usually home alone summer time bringing up the most memories, would fight until someone got extremely angry at not getting their way and hit someone or do something else to hurt the other person, thanks mom and dad for our internalized arguing skills. Being the oldest, most mature it was up to me to try to deal with it or call my dad when it got to that point which was almost every other day throughout middle school, being at home with my dad’s girlfriend, Tennille’s two children of eight and twelve as well. These situations went on until our family split up even more when my brother was taken by the state to a boy’s home, and my dad and Tennille split up leaving my dad to take care of me and my sister. This was when my dad and I started fighting much like him and my mother used to and occasionally still proceeds to do, he often told me how much I remind him of her and would call me awful names and yell at me at the same level if not louder. These arguments would happen at least everyday if not more for at least two-three years declining in severity as senior year approached and I was never...