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My mom did the same thing, except she took care of 2 kids.
And she did it without being an alcoholic.
My mom did the same thing, except she took care of 2 kids.
And she did it without being an alcoholic.
Give it a rest dude.
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If it had been any other member, I woulda said the same thing.
People chill out fuck.
I don't see how.
I was just stating a fact.
How was I bashing Don'tstop?
Once your post aren't a compiliation of a bunch of sentence fragments, then correct my grammar, but not now.
My biggest heroes are my parents.
My father, despite being a bilateral above the knee amputee, brought his family from a shit hole country (USSR) to America and went from being piss poor to middle-upper middle class. He never let the handicap hold him back, he drives a car, walks on prosthetic legs and holds a full time job. I know of completely healthy people who sit around all day collecting welfar, my father refused all that shit and we were off food stamps within our first month or so in the US.
My mother's giant heart has and will always inspire me. Didn't give too shits about my father's handicaps, and overcame religious, familial and societal pressures to be with him and raise a family together (My father is Jewish and my mother Christian Orthodox, in Russia the two didn't really mix). She worked in a sweat shop while my father got his watchmaker's training, then cut hair and did odd jobs while going to college full time and got her BS in Nursing, all the while taking care of me and my brother. She now works two jobs, cooks, cleans, does the laundry and still has a smile on her face all the time.
Last but not least, Patrick (P-funk) is a real inspiration to me. From the time i met him he struck me as a good person. The stories he told me of practicing his guitar for 12hrs a day in his room to get his degree, then moving to NYC to try and make it as a jazz musician (eating rice and tuna b/c its all he could afford), then getting back into training and dieting (carb ups were fun with him). Before i knew it he quit the job where i met him and became a personal trainer in the city. Put on like 40-50lbs in a couple of years, became a well respected trainer and moved on to bigger and better things in AZ. He's the one guy where, when he says he will do something, i have no doubt in my mind he will do it.
I hope i achieve atleast a fraction of the things the above mentioned people have achieved in their lives'.
my mom drank while me n my brothers were growing up. our lives were a living hell. your mom is to be commended for having enough heart to be a good mom despite her illness.
My Step-mother was a heavy alcoholic, she would drink so much she'd pass out and forget to pick me and my brother up from school, after walking home a few dozen times over 8 miles it just made me more determined to get my own vehicle and a job, it also made me anxious to get out of my house and away from her.....of course she would always be able to get sober enough to have dinner on the table when my father got home, it just showed how little she cared for my brother and I. Not only did she get drunk, but sometimes she would just take off and disappear for a few days on a drug binge leaving my Father in so much distress. I blame her for his heart attack at 50 and his early death in 2003, which was job related but I am sure his mind was probably preoccupied with the shit she was doing to him at that time, which involved doing drugs with the neighbors and likely having an affair with the next door neighbors husband. The reason I think this is because 3 days after he had passed away she had moved into an apartment with this other guy....I really hate that witch....
I was pretty much an independent by the age of 16, I had a steady job where i worked lots of overtime, moved up quickly and went from minimum wage to $8.50/hr in under a year....I was feeding my self and clothing myself by the last semester of highschool, if I hadn't been worried about hurting my fathers feelings I would have gotten a cheap apartment, instead I moved out the day of graduation hung out a few month's doing nothing before I was slated to leave for Navy Bootcamp......Damn....forced you to grow up a bit earlier than you needed to I assume? Kudos to you.![]()