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Your parents
Aug. 15th, 2010 05:00 pm( The list )
Mom is kind of a force of nature. There are a bunch of different careers she's qualified for--writing, editing, braiding, massage, business--but she chose to channel her energy into her kids instead, although she does some of those things on the side when she can. She's a bit of an earthy-crunchy type, big on alternative medicine and pagan-type spirituality. I inherited a lot of her temperament; we're both good at getting what we want, but we have a tendency to blow our shit when we don't. Largely because of that, we had some rough patches when I was a teenager, but we've been totally fine since I moved out. Mom's second husband Bill and I hated each other's guts for the first few years, because I was a pain in the ass and he had a sharp sense of humor that got cruel sometimes, but things got better as I grew up and he learned to tone it down, and we're good now too. I don't know if I'd call him a parent, but he's put up with enough crap from me over the years that he deserves the title if he wants it.
My dad and I stopped being close when I was ten, and I stopped talking to him altogether from the ages of about twelve to fifteen. Now I talk to him on the phone once or twice a year, and I visit his family sometimes when I'm in the Bay Area--he feels more like an acquaintance than family, and I usually refer to him by his name, but we mostly get along these days. He remarried a few years ago and adopted his stepkids. I like his wife Jeanette a lot, but I definitely don't think of her as a parent.
Mom is kind of a force of nature. There are a bunch of different careers she's qualified for--writing, editing, braiding, massage, business--but she chose to channel her energy into her kids instead, although she does some of those things on the side when she can. She's a bit of an earthy-crunchy type, big on alternative medicine and pagan-type spirituality. I inherited a lot of her temperament; we're both good at getting what we want, but we have a tendency to blow our shit when we don't. Largely because of that, we had some rough patches when I was a teenager, but we've been totally fine since I moved out. Mom's second husband Bill and I hated each other's guts for the first few years, because I was a pain in the ass and he had a sharp sense of humor that got cruel sometimes, but things got better as I grew up and he learned to tone it down, and we're good now too. I don't know if I'd call him a parent, but he's put up with enough crap from me over the years that he deserves the title if he wants it.
My dad and I stopped being close when I was ten, and I stopped talking to him altogether from the ages of about twelve to fifteen. Now I talk to him on the phone once or twice a year, and I visit his family sometimes when I'm in the Bay Area--he feels more like an acquaintance than family, and I usually refer to him by his name, but we mostly get along these days. He remarried a few years ago and adopted his stepkids. I like his wife Jeanette a lot, but I definitely don't think of her as a parent.
