Buffy ,'First Date'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
President Obama is here in town and paid cash for a to-go order of 5 chili dogs, 4 regular dogs and a cheeseburger at the Varsity.
I'm picturing him handing out lunch to the Secret Service guys and scolding them for not thinking to bring any pocket money.
What's a frosted orange?
I don't think it's a kids-today thing, or at least not entirely so: my step-sis was entirely capable of yelling "I hate you" and slamming the door.
I guess you're right -- looking back, I know at least one friend of mine had horrible screaming matches with her mother. It was just unthinkable for me, and for Stephen with his parents, too.
I think this. I also think I could eat onion rings till I got the heart-attack-with-purchase. Hi, Karl! Alan Grayson took my question online...bet he was wishing I could say it in cash...me too, brother, but I feel gutsier already.
My older sister (b. 1959) use to have screaming fights with our mother. Sometimes Dad would take me out for a drive so we didn't have to listen to them. Later on, Mom and my sister were practically BFFs. I can't picture either of my sister's kids telling her they hate her, but maybe they were just on good behavior when they were of the age to do so and I was visiting.
I know I wrote a school paper in elementary school about how John Denver and Olivia Newton-John would be my preferred parents.
Listening, especially easy listening, is such an important part of being a parent.
I don't think I ever told my parents I hated them, being also too invested in the 'good kid' role. I'm pretty sure others of my siblings did. My older brother was still saying it in his thirties, when his drug addiction was at its worst. I too flinch when near an angry person, even if not related to me. Not something I got from my parents; they were rarely angry, and never scary when they were. Maybe I got it from my brother.
Tom, although I knew I probably felt anger at my parents, I had a horrible time accessing it-plus I was a total ACOA and it was my job to understand them, rather than be angry, you know? I was saved by my dreams--I had a long series of dreams where (spoiler-fonted for violence) I killed, stabbed, and otherwise attacked them, culminating in one where I beheaded my mother and when her head STILL wouldn't stop talking, I shot it into space from a cannon.
Kinda hard to ignore.
Scrappy, your subconscious was on the job!
Amy, I had the same problem as you wrt "she's sick so I can't blame her" until I was in my late 20s and realized, "asshole ain't a disease". I haven't spoken with her since.
What's a frosted orange?
It's like an orange milkshake, except I don't think there's ice cream in there.