My relationship today with my parents is great but it hasn't always been that way. When I was little, I feared my Dad coming home because I did not want to get in trouble. Dad was rarely happy when he came home from work. You see, I have eight other siblings so someone was bound to get in trouble when Dad got home. He worked long hours to support us and mom let him have it when he walked through the door. I don't remember a time growing up that I did not get along with my mom until...
My parents divorce. They divorced when I was 13 and in 8th grade. I loved both of my parents but when it came to choosing who to live with, I chose my mom hands down. I was given a lot of guilt trips between parents and dealt with the harsh words that were dealt by one about the other. Anyway, it was difficult growing up in two households. If I was mad at one parent, I went to live with the other parent. I felt like a ping pong ball.
As I have gone through therapy as an adult for my mood disorder, mainly depression and anxiety, I learned that I was deeply affected by verbal abuse between my parents. I learned how to talk to them and come out of my protective shell I built around myself (I didn't speak up for myself growing up for fear of getting in trouble).
My relationship with my Dad is pretty good but my relationship with my mom is like I have another sister.
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