So Bro came up to me and asked why I don't like to ask our Dad for help. I'm very independent, and last thing I want to be is in the debt of someone who made my childhood hell. I told him that in nicer terms and he got upset. See, all of his childhood school pictures have him grinning ear to ear because he was the pampered prince of the family. (All of mine are looking miserable). And I admit, I did spoil him as well. I didn't want him to have the childhood I had, always wondering if Mommy and Daddy are in a good mood or Mr. Hyde, always walking on eggshells, never knowing if I was loved, lonely, wondering when my next meal was. (we were dirt poor then). He didn't have to face all that. He was protected. I had to protect myself. I thought that I was doing a good thing because like I said, I didn't want him to be affected by a horrible childhood. I saw what it did and still does to me.
But now I'm wondering if I did the right thing. Maybe I should let him see for himself, to experience firsthand how Dad really is. He thinks Dad is a saint. I love my Dad but only because we are related and share blood, as a person, I don't trust him any further than I can throw him. Thanks for letting me vent.
But now I'm wondering if I did the right thing. Maybe I should let him see for himself, to experience firsthand how Dad really is. He thinks Dad is a saint. I love my Dad but only because we are related and share blood, as a person, I don't trust him any further than I can throw him. Thanks for letting me vent.
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