My Mother was a drug addict and an drunk.She blamed here perscription abuse on me,because she had some small complications from my childbirth.My Dad would tell us all what to say before we went to the KH.She has the Flu or she has some other illness, not shes drugged out of her friggen mind! She had more problems than I can list, but when she died last year from drug induced heart failure the org gave her the full funeral that they would give any other brother or sister.My Dad told the org she died from heart failure, but left the drug induced part out.
My Dad was very abusive. I didn't mind getting hit or yelled at, what really hurt was the fact that he never said he was sorry or made a mistake. he never said he loved me nor did he ever say he was proud of me.The first time he ever said he loved me and hes proud of me was last year after his wife died and he found out that he has prostate cancer.I have forgivin him recently and I will be present for his prostate surgery in January. He is still active in the org.
Needless to say if it wasn't for my wifes positive attitude I would have never had kids!! I try to be the mirror image of my parents, I try to do everything opposite of what my parents did, to me and for me.
I obviously wipped the JW's off the bottom of my feet alone time ago.If I did not I would most deffinetly be dead now!!