Barbers2005
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- Jun 28, 2005
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My childhood was kind of like doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. When I was little, my mom was a stay at home uber-mom, the kind who baked fresh cookies for my after school snack and made my halloween costume every year. My dad was also super involved, coaching my soccer team and going as a chaperone on all my school trips. Everything was happy, happy, happy until I was about eight and my parents could no longer hide the fact that they hated each other and were only staying together for the kids. They fought bitterly for a few years and then divorced when I was about twelve. My dad remarried and was suddenly too busy to be bothered with his kids. At most I would get a phone call every 5-6 months and a visit once a year. My mom became depressed and verbally abusive. Every day she would berate and belittle me for being worthless and being a burden to her. When I went away to college, I cut ties with my mom and barely spoke to her until I married and had my daughter. By then Mom had moved across the country, but she came to visit when my daughter was born. A week after her visit, she went to see her doctor about a stomach pain-probably an ulcer, she thought. It turned out to be cancer and she died a year later, at the age of 43. On the whole, there is not one memory from my childhood that isn't tainted by resentment or bitterness, and I am determined never to expose my daughter to such abuse and neglect. I try to remember the way my parents were when I was little, and use that as a model of the parent I would like to be. Luckily I have a wonderful, caring husband, and together we have been able to provide a warm, loving home for our daughter to thrive.