I never had any friends my own age in da troof, so it's hard to say. Our cong was in the sticks and there were no kids close to my age for most of my years there. If I did have friends my age, they would not have been good enough for my mom anyway.
My mom tended to be overly critical of others. She always called it "constructive criticism." I think it was mostly destructive jealousy and gossip, though, because it was always about other females, especially younger, prettier ones who liked to chat it up with dad.
I was pretty much her captive audience.
I don't think she intended it that way, but it was a very unhealthy way to grow up.
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