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would you go and pick him up if he came to town?
and would you see that as an obligation due to being raised and cared for by him, or would you see it as 'just what you do' when people visit?- toksik
I would go pick him up, yes. I don't drive, so this is a bit of a hairy proposition, but I would get someone to go and get him, and I would go with them. If no one was available to pick him up, I would offer to take transit or a cab to meet him. Not so much for either of the reasons you stated, but because that's what I'd like somebody to do for me. It's nice to get off an aeroplane or a train and be met by a familiar, welcoming face.
i have been met with speeches(from the new partnership, never from only one of them)...- toksik
Yeah, why do parents do that shit? My mother pulled that with my brother and I when she married my step-father, and it alienated the hell out of us. My father-in-law pulled that with my husband and his sister, and it alienated the hell out of them, too.
Now that I'm a step-mother, I'm really careful to not make the mistakes that were made with me. I make sure that my step-son gets time alone with his father, and I respect the fact that the step-parent-step-child relationship isn't a right: That relationship has to be developed over a long period of time. Marrying someone's parent doesn't automatically make you a loved and respected parental figure. It's so obvious, but most of the people I know who have step-parents tell the same story... I'll tell you, though: Being a step-parent is incredibly difficult. I have a whole lot more respect for my step-mother now that I know what it's like.
i also hate that he has never sat me down and told me about the divorce, in all the years that have passed.- toksik
My mother left my father, my brother, and I when I was 9. At the time, she insisted that she wasn't leaving my father for another man, but she really was.
I was never angry about the action itself, I was angry about the lie. I feel as if children deserve to be told the truth. I understood, at 9, that my mother was a human being who needed to be happy, and that's why she was leaving. I would have understood if she had been honest and said that she was in love with someone else. After all, that shit happens in the real world, and kids are strong enough to know that.
Now, my mother is eaten alive by her own guilt, which she's constantly looking to me to assuage. I, of course, can do nothing for her, since she's the one crucifying herself. I hate the endless justifications. I think that we have to stand behind our actions, and admit that, although we did the best we could at the time, it was lacking. There's no shame in that.
Maybe what we owe each other as parents and children is honesty. I've always believed that it's the responsibility of children to challenge their parents' complacency and help them to grow as human beings, just as it's the responsibility of parents to provide a framework in which their children can grow.
I'm sorry that you haven't had that honesty from your father. |
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