This should be fun.... My mom was a typical stay at home mom while I was growing up for the most part. She has little side projects that brought in a little extra money, but nothing steady. When things started going south for my parents' relationship, she got a job outside the home. That was the first sign things were going bad. Now, because of the way my father treated her, my mom thinks every marriage is doomed to fail and that every woman needs a back up plan. No matter how good things are between Master and I, my mom thinks they will fail eventually, since, after all, hers failed, right? Now she is a workaholic who doesn't even have time to breathe. If i could be half the mother my mom was when I was growing up, I would consider myself lucky, I just don't want to be the opinionated person she is today.
My father is a story and a half. He is an alcoholic who, like most alcoholics, will not admit he has a problem. He also, at least at one time, had a problem with gambling, nothing real big, just the lottery. But, when a man will drink away a mortgage payment and allow his children to be days away from being forced out of their home, you know you have a problem. He was once a promising baseball player, a starting pitcher, who was even offered a major league contract, but he turned it down because of the booze. Growing up, he was always the softball coach, the field trip chaperone, the one screaming the loudest from the stands, for all the other sisters but me. Looking back, I don't think he ever once saw me perform, never once saw the results of the hard work. All he ever did for me was provide a ride to classes. And, when my freshman art and music classes took a field trip to the ballet, he used that as an excuse to not drive me to the theater, since the school was going anyway, why not ride the bus and just go backstage from there.
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