It's not the best between my family and me. There are so many crimes left unpunished, debts unpaid, white elephants in the middle of the room that no one will even offer a peanut to. We are in the red, emotionally speaking.
All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes
I told my mother-in-law that my house was her house, and she said, 'Get the hell off my property.'
I was good at keeping my mother from crying.
Aphrodite,” [Annabeth] said. “Venus?” Hazel asked in amazement. “Mom,” Piper said with no enthusiasm. “Girls!” The goddess spread her arms like she wanted a group hug. The three demigods did not oblige. Hazel backed into a palmetto tree.
Mum's serial misbehavior over the years had driven me, despairing, to write her scolding - occasionally scalding letters.
My family didn't like me going on the stage, and they didn't much like my being a writer, either.
An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.
My father and mother were not that compatible. I don't think they had a good wedding night, and I was the product of that. We weren't close.
My mom is still yelling at me because she needs more autographed pictures.
I shouldn't have to worry any time my father walks outside the front door of our home.
I went to visit my father to tell him that I was going to go to college and become an architect - that was my dream. I was like, yeah I graduated from school, but it's not like you showed up for that. But all he was worried about is whether or not I wanted money from him.
I told my mother-in-law my house is your house. So she sold it.
What I was really into as a kid, anything that drove my mother crazy or made her nervous, and not much has changed.
The older I got, the more apparent it became that my mother was losing control over me. She fought back fiercely with black moods, silent treatments and martyrdom. And, of course, all she did was run my ass out of the house even quicker. The pressure was unbearable.
I was a rebel. I went to Carmel Convent in Delhi where I was a complete rebel. I thought I was 12 going on 18. I wanted to go out with friends older to me, stay out late - my parents were horrified. It was then that we began having our first disagreements.
The trouble is that, while my parents were great when they were apart, they were terrible together.
I moved out when I was 17 to get away from a pretty tough and difficult family environment.
Father' is such an arbitary word. Douche bag, on the other hand.
It's part of our nature. As much as I love (brother and guitarist Eddie), if you put us in a room with no one else for 15 minutes, we'd be at each other's throats.
My earliest thought, long before I was in high school, was just to go away, get out of my house, get out of my city. I went to Medford High School, but even in grade school and junior high, I fantasized about leaving.
Halloween's my favorite holiday because you don't have to spend it with your family.
My mother found herself in a triangular situation of my father and his legitimate wife. I experienced the emotional trauma of that triangle in my cradle.
My Albert married his Maisie Brown as he said he would. But I think she never took to me, nor I to her for that matter. Perhaps it was a feeling of mutual jealousy.
I don't mean to presume to dictate to you in the slightest degree but why did you leave your father's house? MTo seek misfortune, was Stephen's answer.