Yeah,so do I. My folks finally split when I was 11 or so, no real damage done. Made me a lot more critical, if anything. I did have a very weird adolescence, but I was never really angry at the parents for splitting.Smitty-48 wrote:Yeah, I come from a broken home, it's not the end of the world, but it's definitely not optimal, at the very least, just hang in there until the kids leave the house, then you've pretty much done your duty.GrumpyCatFace wrote:Don’t I know it. The kids keep me going with purpose, along with a strong denial of the situation.Smitty-48 wrote:
You're in baby momma jail forever, there's no hope for you, son, you might as well just be a monk.
Soon as you were foolish enough to get roped into the procreation scam, you became a glorified dishwasher.
Just don't let them live in mom's basement, kick them out when they're seventeen, start selling them on the Marine Corps now, because if you are ever going to have a younger brunette with birthing hips, you're gonna have to make that move before you're an old codger.
I’ll be in my late 40s by then, so there’s at least a chance. Duty is duty though. They’re more important than my brunette.
Or so I have to believe anyway. I swear, if they throw it away on drugs or the Middle East, tho..