What's so sad is when we're younger, if you have a bad parent, that is normal to you and that's what you think of as healthy.
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.
A “good” family, it seems, is one that used to be better.
I surrounded myself with women when I was growing up because I had this horrible psycho father. Now I'm trying to really appreciate and like men more.
Hater n-ggas marry hater b-tches and have hater kids.
My own approach has always been to push intense emotions down and attempt to deal with them later. When I was younger, I was terrified to express anger because it would often kick-start a horrible reaction in the men in my life.
Families where there is not much laughter I think are signs of some sort of dysfunctionality or sickness.
Any person who says their family is perfectly functional is lying.
I was an overweight kid, and my father struggled with his weight, too. We would go for a ride on his motorcycle on Sunday morning to get doughnuts, to make pizza together, or go get ice cream. I quickly learned that food equalled love and attention.
