In other words (more conscious ones), I did everything my parents didn’t do that I told myself I wanted them to do (but, and here’s the kicker, I never ever asked them to do).OK.
That’s a bit of an exaggeration (aka a lie). There was a ton of stuff I also didn’t do that was magically (cough, cough) similar to my folks.
Like what? You know, the stuff I didn’t wanna do. For example, I didn’t go to “back to school” nights. And the minute my two kids could really differentiate (because I explained it to them until they could) between my love of them VS.
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