Wendi McLendon-Covey Quotes

I didn't write about my mother much in the third year after she died. I was still trying to get my argument straight: When her friends or our relatives wondered why I was still so hard on her, I could really lay out the case for what it had been like to be raised by someone who had loathed herself, her husband, even her own name.

Never marry a man who hates his mother because he'll end up hating you.

I accused a woman of doing something behind my back when I knew that she hadn't, just to see if she loved me.

I forgive my mom for being a psycho and my dad for being a loser.

Most of me was glad when my mother died. She was a handful, but not in a cute, festive way. More in a life-threatening way, that had caused me a long time ago to give up all hope of ever feeling good about having had her as a mother.

I hated Chris, my brother. I would pull his hair and kick him, until one day my father gave him permission to fight back. I'll be apologizing to him for the rest of my life.

I hated my father long before I knew there was a word for hate.

My father had kicked me out of his house at the height of an argument over an opinion difference. He had become so enraged. He told me never to come back, and that was all the severance it took.

I admired my father very much... at the age of sixteen. But now I see that he was a brutal and cruel man, - but not without remorse, and that was what tortured us, his alternations.

If a man's character is to be abused there's nobody like a relative to do the business.

It's very strange that the people you love are often the people you're most cruel to.

If they had a social gospel in the days of the prodigal son, somebody would have given him a bed and a sandwich and he never would have gone home.

I resemble the father I once hated.

Families can be the most detrimental things to have in your life. They are sometimes the most poisonous relationships that people have. Sometimes family is the thing that keeps you from ever achieving what you want to achieve, and yet people hold it and hold it and grab it and try to fix it and twist it and turn it.

While I'm generally silent on the affairs of my biological mother, her recent tirade has taken a gross turn.

I've always been the kind of woman who had a man in her life even when he was the wrong man.

The innkeeper loves the drunkard, but not for a son-in-law.

I choose not to see my parents because I value myself - and they didn't value me or my mind.

Brothers argue in the heat of the moment, and then they make up.

I can't have my family in my life because they are abusive, and I don't have control over that. There is an abusive culture in my family, and I have to turn away from it.

I built up so much hatred for my parents, like so much anger for the life they had given me.

Family are the people that can hurt you the most.

As far as children out there that hate their moms and dads, just get over it, because you get one dad and one mom. You know, suck it up. Learn something.

I love hearing my relations abused. It is the only thing that makes me put up with them at all.

The way I see it,” she began, “your mother’s devoted her whole life to you kids.” She said “you kids” in precisely the same tone I would have used for “you infestation of cockroaches