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As a child, you’re grown-up to believe what you’re told. You tend not to question everything and just accept it. Even now, people still accept things that are put across to them, and they’re then seen as “gullible”. The definition of gullible: tending to trust and believe people, and therefore easily tricked of deceived. I was once this person, but then I opened my eyes.
This isn’t a post about conspiracies, nor about being tricked by a friend, but rather about being blinded from seeing the truth. When I was only 4 years old, my parents got divorced. Nowadays, this isn’t uncommon. People just fall out of love, or neglect to see what they’ve got, until it’s gone. I personally can’t even remember the divorce, and neither would I probably want to. But, what I can remember is waiting for my dad everyday to come home from work.
From a young age, my brother and I would go around his house every Wednesday and allowed to stay up till ridiculous times, whilst be allowed us to watch films we shouldn’t of been watching for another 11 years. We’d stay the night, then get dropped off home in the mornings. Then, every Sunday we’d go around his from 10ish till 5, when he’d drop us back off at home. This went on for a few years, but soon, my brother decided it was no longer good to be seen with your dad, so it was just me and him going around there. This was fine, though. I’ve always been a more one-to-one person, rather then talking more publicly about things. So, this didn’t bother me. Deep down, though, you could tell it hurt my dad.
The thing with my brother and I is that we’re so unbelievably different, that you wouldn’t believe it. After the age of 13, he started getting involved in the “wrong crowd” so to speak, although I don’t personally see this as an excuse. After that came the unpredicted behaviour, the running away, the drinking problems, the smoking, the drugs, the social services coming around, the police around our house, never attending school, stealing my parents money and so on and so forth. To put short, not your ideal child.
Although this was him, he’s still your child, and you still love him, so they say. So, I’ll take us to around when I’m 14 years old. So far, my entire life. I’ve never thought highly of my dad. All this time, I’ve believed everything my mum has to say about him, about what kind of person he is, about how he never does anything for us, and I never thought twice to doubt this. Ok, he’s not perfect and he’s done some pretty damn annoying things, but not being there is not one of them.
2 years ago, he got married. Now, I can’t stand the woman, but it’s all this choice, so can’t dispute that. But, it seemed that everything was far better before she was involved. Now, it’s not hard to tell she dislikes me. I’d never done anything to her, yet because of the way my brother was, she found it within herself to also hate me. They’d been seeing each other for about 4/5 years before they got married, and first of all everything was alright. Then, she moved in. This isn’t really the main point of this topic, so I won’t blabber on, but basically every time I’d go over there, she’d either not be in, or just be going out as I was arriving, which was pretty obvious why.
So, it came to a few months after I was 14, and then we moved house. It was quite unexpected, as we’d been wanting to move for 6 years, so when it finally happens, it’s a sudden shock. All the time, we’d wanted to move, we’d suddenly change our minds, or just not be prepared to move. This time, it was serious, and before I knew it, the words: “We’re moving next week” were imminent. So, we moved. Here I am, over a year on, on my computer, for basically the entire day. Things have changes, I’d changed, my perspective has changed and my address has changed.
Back in January, I was staying at a friend’s house, where I used to live, for a week, only to discover that my brother (who moved in with my Nan to retake his GCSEs before we moved here) had hit my Nan, and locked her out the house. So, he had to come live with my mum for “3 days” for somewhere to live, and I went to live with my Nan, for these “3 days”. 7 months and 24 days down the line, I’m still here. But, that ain’t an issue. I don’t mind.
What does annoy me is how I’ve perceived my family this entire time. I’ve always seen my mum as the person in the right. I’ve always seen my dad as the person who was never there and never supported us financially and even a week ago, I’d probably of stayed the same. But, two nights ago, it suddenly hit me whilst talking about him. He’s the one who’d always been in the right. He’s the one who’s paid for everything, who’s supported me, who’s helped when needed; yet my mum passes the blame onto him. My dad paid for my laptop, yet because of the way my mum had always described him, even that wasn’t good enough. My dad pays for all my clothes, pays £80 a week child allowance, pays for my holidays, gives me pocket money, gives financial support when needed, but supposedly, that still isn’t enough. What annoys me, is how I’ve been so influenced by others for such a long time, and realising the truth makes you look at others in a different manner.
This isn’t a post about conspiracies, nor about being tricked by a friend, but rather about being blinded from seeing the truth. When I was only 4 years old, my parents got divorced. Nowadays, this isn’t uncommon. People just fall out of love, or neglect to see what they’ve got, until it’s gone. I personally can’t even remember the divorce, and neither would I probably want to. But, what I can remember is waiting for my dad everyday to come home from work.
From a young age, my brother and I would go around his house every Wednesday and allowed to stay up till ridiculous times, whilst be allowed us to watch films we shouldn’t of been watching for another 11 years. We’d stay the night, then get dropped off home in the mornings. Then, every Sunday we’d go around his from 10ish till 5, when he’d drop us back off at home. This went on for a few years, but soon, my brother decided it was no longer good to be seen with your dad, so it was just me and him going around there. This was fine, though. I’ve always been a more one-to-one person, rather then talking more publicly about things. So, this didn’t bother me. Deep down, though, you could tell it hurt my dad.
The thing with my brother and I is that we’re so unbelievably different, that you wouldn’t believe it. After the age of 13, he started getting involved in the “wrong crowd” so to speak, although I don’t personally see this as an excuse. After that came the unpredicted behaviour, the running away, the drinking problems, the smoking, the drugs, the social services coming around, the police around our house, never attending school, stealing my parents money and so on and so forth. To put short, not your ideal child.
Although this was him, he’s still your child, and you still love him, so they say. So, I’ll take us to around when I’m 14 years old. So far, my entire life. I’ve never thought highly of my dad. All this time, I’ve believed everything my mum has to say about him, about what kind of person he is, about how he never does anything for us, and I never thought twice to doubt this. Ok, he’s not perfect and he’s done some pretty damn annoying things, but not being there is not one of them.
2 years ago, he got married. Now, I can’t stand the woman, but it’s all this choice, so can’t dispute that. But, it seemed that everything was far better before she was involved. Now, it’s not hard to tell she dislikes me. I’d never done anything to her, yet because of the way my brother was, she found it within herself to also hate me. They’d been seeing each other for about 4/5 years before they got married, and first of all everything was alright. Then, she moved in. This isn’t really the main point of this topic, so I won’t blabber on, but basically every time I’d go over there, she’d either not be in, or just be going out as I was arriving, which was pretty obvious why.
So, it came to a few months after I was 14, and then we moved house. It was quite unexpected, as we’d been wanting to move for 6 years, so when it finally happens, it’s a sudden shock. All the time, we’d wanted to move, we’d suddenly change our minds, or just not be prepared to move. This time, it was serious, and before I knew it, the words: “We’re moving next week” were imminent. So, we moved. Here I am, over a year on, on my computer, for basically the entire day. Things have changes, I’d changed, my perspective has changed and my address has changed.
Back in January, I was staying at a friend’s house, where I used to live, for a week, only to discover that my brother (who moved in with my Nan to retake his GCSEs before we moved here) had hit my Nan, and locked her out the house. So, he had to come live with my mum for “3 days” for somewhere to live, and I went to live with my Nan, for these “3 days”. 7 months and 24 days down the line, I’m still here. But, that ain’t an issue. I don’t mind.
What does annoy me is how I’ve perceived my family this entire time. I’ve always seen my mum as the person in the right. I’ve always seen my dad as the person who was never there and never supported us financially and even a week ago, I’d probably of stayed the same. But, two nights ago, it suddenly hit me whilst talking about him. He’s the one who’d always been in the right. He’s the one who’s paid for everything, who’s supported me, who’s helped when needed; yet my mum passes the blame onto him. My dad paid for my laptop, yet because of the way my mum had always described him, even that wasn’t good enough. My dad pays for all my clothes, pays £80 a week child allowance, pays for my holidays, gives me pocket money, gives financial support when needed, but supposedly, that still isn’t enough. What annoys me, is how I’ve been so influenced by others for such a long time, and realising the truth makes you look at others in a different manner.
Flanders wrote:
> Don't hate your mum or your dad - they are both doing what they can in
> the situation and it can be a minefeild for them to deal with as well
> as us. You'll need them both in different ways and at different times
> in the future and they will need you too, so try to love them both the
> best you can.
Yeah, what he wrote.
I had some preconceptions about you Mr. Nice guy which have changed a bit since reading that.
When it comes to family, make the best of them whilst you can.
> Don't hate your mum or your dad - they are both doing what they can in
> the situation and it can be a minefeild for them to deal with as well
> as us. You'll need them both in different ways and at different times
> in the future and they will need you too, so try to love them both the
> best you can.
Yeah, what he wrote.
I had some preconceptions about you Mr. Nice guy which have changed a bit since reading that.
When it comes to family, make the best of them whilst you can.
It's never easy when your parents divorcee - especially when you are young. My parents split up when I was four after much rowing and stuff and me and my sister ended up with my Dad while my mum moved away.
I was told lots of things about how bad my mum was and how she didn't want to know me etc and basically I didn't see her again until I was 21.
When we did meet she didn't seem that bad a person and we got on fine - though things were difficult as alot of common ground had been lost.
As the years have gone on I have found out more and more about what happened - I was told that she had left us to live with someone else but I now know that the bloke she later married she did not meet until three years after she left.
She did want to see us but my Dad would not let her - he used to send her photographs of us and cut our faces off the pictures.
He used to take out alot of his anger about what had happened on us which meant beatings for the smallest thing and then buy us things to make up for it. The only communication I had was a letter and a cheque for Birthdays and Christmas.
The thing is - through it I was still a reasonably sensible and happy kid and I now get on fine with both my Mum and Dad. I know - looking back that he was incredibly unhappy and he has since remarried as well and is a changed person now.
Parents will tell there kids what they want them to know and unfortuanately - though they dont always mean to - they can create friction and barriers for their kids. It's just the way they deal with it I suppose.
Don't hate your mum or your dad - they are both doing what they can in the situation and it can be a minefeild for them to deal with as well as us. You'll need them both in different ways and at different times in the future and they will need you too, so try to love them both the best you can.
I was told lots of things about how bad my mum was and how she didn't want to know me etc and basically I didn't see her again until I was 21.
When we did meet she didn't seem that bad a person and we got on fine - though things were difficult as alot of common ground had been lost.
As the years have gone on I have found out more and more about what happened - I was told that she had left us to live with someone else but I now know that the bloke she later married she did not meet until three years after she left.
She did want to see us but my Dad would not let her - he used to send her photographs of us and cut our faces off the pictures.
He used to take out alot of his anger about what had happened on us which meant beatings for the smallest thing and then buy us things to make up for it. The only communication I had was a letter and a cheque for Birthdays and Christmas.
The thing is - through it I was still a reasonably sensible and happy kid and I now get on fine with both my Mum and Dad. I know - looking back that he was incredibly unhappy and he has since remarried as well and is a changed person now.
Parents will tell there kids what they want them to know and unfortuanately - though they dont always mean to - they can create friction and barriers for their kids. It's just the way they deal with it I suppose.
Don't hate your mum or your dad - they are both doing what they can in the situation and it can be a minefeild for them to deal with as well as us. You'll need them both in different ways and at different times in the future and they will need you too, so try to love them both the best you can.
I read this, just so you know.
As a child, you’re grown-up to believe what you’re told. You tend not to question everything and just accept it. Even now, people still accept things that are put across to them, and they’re then seen as “gullible”. The definition of gullible: tending to trust and believe people, and therefore easily tricked of deceived. I was once this person, but then I opened my eyes.
This isn’t a post about conspiracies, nor about being tricked by a friend, but rather about being blinded from seeing the truth. When I was only 4 years old, my parents got divorced. Nowadays, this isn’t uncommon. People just fall out of love, or neglect to see what they’ve got, until it’s gone. I personally can’t even remember the divorce, and neither would I probably want to. But, what I can remember is waiting for my dad everyday to come home from work.
From a young age, my brother and I would go around his house every Wednesday and allowed to stay up till ridiculous times, whilst be allowed us to watch films we shouldn’t of been watching for another 11 years. We’d stay the night, then get dropped off home in the mornings. Then, every Sunday we’d go around his from 10ish till 5, when he’d drop us back off at home. This went on for a few years, but soon, my brother decided it was no longer good to be seen with your dad, so it was just me and him going around there. This was fine, though. I’ve always been a more one-to-one person, rather then talking more publicly about things. So, this didn’t bother me. Deep down, though, you could tell it hurt my dad.
The thing with my brother and I is that we’re so unbelievably different, that you wouldn’t believe it. After the age of 13, he started getting involved in the “wrong crowd” so to speak, although I don’t personally see this as an excuse. After that came the unpredicted behaviour, the running away, the drinking problems, the smoking, the drugs, the social services coming around, the police around our house, never attending school, stealing my parents money and so on and so forth. To put short, not your ideal child.
Although this was him, he’s still your child, and you still love him, so they say. So, I’ll take us to around when I’m 14 years old. So far, my entire life. I’ve never thought highly of my dad. All this time, I’ve believed everything my mum has to say about him, about what kind of person he is, about how he never does anything for us, and I never thought twice to doubt this. Ok, he’s not perfect and he’s done some pretty damn annoying things, but not being there is not one of them.
2 years ago, he got married. Now, I can’t stand the woman, but it’s all this choice, so can’t dispute that. But, it seemed that everything was far better before she was involved. Now, it’s not hard to tell she dislikes me. I’d never done anything to her, yet because of the way my brother was, she found it within herself to also hate me. They’d been seeing each other for about 4/5 years before they got married, and first of all everything was alright. Then, she moved in. This isn’t really the main point of this topic, so I won’t blabber on, but basically every time I’d go over there, she’d either not be in, or just be going out as I was arriving, which was pretty obvious why.
So, it came to a few months after I was 14, and then we moved house. It was quite unexpected, as we’d been wanting to move for 6 years, so when it finally happens, it’s a sudden shock. All the time, we’d wanted to move, we’d suddenly change our minds, or just not be prepared to move. This time, it was serious, and before I knew it, the words: “We’re moving next week” were imminent. So, we moved. Here I am, over a year on, on my computer, for basically the entire day. Things have changes, I’d changed, my perspective has changed and my address has changed.
Back in January, I was staying at a friend’s house, where I used to live, for a week, only to discover that my brother (who moved in with my Nan to retake his GCSEs before we moved here) had hit my Nan, and locked her out the house. So, he had to come live with my mum for “3 days” for somewhere to live, and I went to live with my Nan, for these “3 days”. 7 months and 24 days down the line, I’m still here. But, that ain’t an issue. I don’t mind.
What does annoy me is how I’ve perceived my family this entire time. I’ve always seen my mum as the person in the right. I’ve always seen my dad as the person who was never there and never supported us financially and even a week ago, I’d probably of stayed the same. But, two nights ago, it suddenly hit me whilst talking about him. He’s the one who’d always been in the right. He’s the one who’s paid for everything, who’s supported me, who’s helped when needed; yet my mum passes the blame onto him. My dad paid for my laptop, yet because of the way my mum had always described him, even that wasn’t good enough. My dad pays for all my clothes, pays £80 a week child allowance, pays for my holidays, gives me pocket money, gives financial support when needed, but supposedly, that still isn’t enough. What annoys me, is how I’ve been so influenced by others for such a long time, and realising the truth makes you look at others in a different manner.
This isn’t a post about conspiracies, nor about being tricked by a friend, but rather about being blinded from seeing the truth. When I was only 4 years old, my parents got divorced. Nowadays, this isn’t uncommon. People just fall out of love, or neglect to see what they’ve got, until it’s gone. I personally can’t even remember the divorce, and neither would I probably want to. But, what I can remember is waiting for my dad everyday to come home from work.
From a young age, my brother and I would go around his house every Wednesday and allowed to stay up till ridiculous times, whilst be allowed us to watch films we shouldn’t of been watching for another 11 years. We’d stay the night, then get dropped off home in the mornings. Then, every Sunday we’d go around his from 10ish till 5, when he’d drop us back off at home. This went on for a few years, but soon, my brother decided it was no longer good to be seen with your dad, so it was just me and him going around there. This was fine, though. I’ve always been a more one-to-one person, rather then talking more publicly about things. So, this didn’t bother me. Deep down, though, you could tell it hurt my dad.
The thing with my brother and I is that we’re so unbelievably different, that you wouldn’t believe it. After the age of 13, he started getting involved in the “wrong crowd” so to speak, although I don’t personally see this as an excuse. After that came the unpredicted behaviour, the running away, the drinking problems, the smoking, the drugs, the social services coming around, the police around our house, never attending school, stealing my parents money and so on and so forth. To put short, not your ideal child.
Although this was him, he’s still your child, and you still love him, so they say. So, I’ll take us to around when I’m 14 years old. So far, my entire life. I’ve never thought highly of my dad. All this time, I’ve believed everything my mum has to say about him, about what kind of person he is, about how he never does anything for us, and I never thought twice to doubt this. Ok, he’s not perfect and he’s done some pretty damn annoying things, but not being there is not one of them.
2 years ago, he got married. Now, I can’t stand the woman, but it’s all this choice, so can’t dispute that. But, it seemed that everything was far better before she was involved. Now, it’s not hard to tell she dislikes me. I’d never done anything to her, yet because of the way my brother was, she found it within herself to also hate me. They’d been seeing each other for about 4/5 years before they got married, and first of all everything was alright. Then, she moved in. This isn’t really the main point of this topic, so I won’t blabber on, but basically every time I’d go over there, she’d either not be in, or just be going out as I was arriving, which was pretty obvious why.
So, it came to a few months after I was 14, and then we moved house. It was quite unexpected, as we’d been wanting to move for 6 years, so when it finally happens, it’s a sudden shock. All the time, we’d wanted to move, we’d suddenly change our minds, or just not be prepared to move. This time, it was serious, and before I knew it, the words: “We’re moving next week” were imminent. So, we moved. Here I am, over a year on, on my computer, for basically the entire day. Things have changes, I’d changed, my perspective has changed and my address has changed.
Back in January, I was staying at a friend’s house, where I used to live, for a week, only to discover that my brother (who moved in with my Nan to retake his GCSEs before we moved here) had hit my Nan, and locked her out the house. So, he had to come live with my mum for “3 days” for somewhere to live, and I went to live with my Nan, for these “3 days”. 7 months and 24 days down the line, I’m still here. But, that ain’t an issue. I don’t mind.
What does annoy me is how I’ve perceived my family this entire time. I’ve always seen my mum as the person in the right. I’ve always seen my dad as the person who was never there and never supported us financially and even a week ago, I’d probably of stayed the same. But, two nights ago, it suddenly hit me whilst talking about him. He’s the one who’d always been in the right. He’s the one who’s paid for everything, who’s supported me, who’s helped when needed; yet my mum passes the blame onto him. My dad paid for my laptop, yet because of the way my mum had always described him, even that wasn’t good enough. My dad pays for all my clothes, pays £80 a week child allowance, pays for my holidays, gives me pocket money, gives financial support when needed, but supposedly, that still isn’t enough. What annoys me, is how I’ve been so influenced by others for such a long time, and realising the truth makes you look at others in a different manner.