My single mother was one of the worst... we would be active one year and not the next.... xmas one year, and not the next. Same with telling us about the end of the world... one year it was immenent, and the next year she was partying and ignoring it. We went along for the ride, only being pre-teens.
I remember the big orange or peach book with the pictures of people getting killed in the end. It was held up to me and my sis when we fricked up (politically correct term, folks) and were told this would happen to us if we didnt make our beds, or whatever. When she married the dickhead that was to become an elder, he even went further.
Yep, being raised with fear is a not-so-fond memory. Most religions are tho... the heaven and hell thing. I dont worry now, cuz I have been thru hell and it can only get better from here. I just chuckle at those worried about "life after death" and let them beleive what they want.
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