GIMNEPIWO wrote:And she hates you? Loves you? Blames you ... Don't answer if it hurts, I'm not trying to be an A-hole ..... but I offer this: ... When DD's were younger ... starting when the oldest was maybe 9 or 10, then 8, 6 and 4 & 4 ... they were all interested in bluegrass music ... and I was interested in what ever they were interested in ... and drinking beer .. so, we started traveling around on weekends to Bluegrass Festivals and Fiddlers Conventions ... then they wanted to play music compete ...They won money and trophies etc etc etc .... Well, we did that for years until some went to college and the younger ones interests changed to Fastpitch .... ALL of my 5 DD's have fond memories of those times except the 2nd oldest, who remembers those years as me torturing them ... I was just trying to support them ... and it hurts when she says those things ..... but often, I know she says things to hurt me for some reason .... then, the next day she tells me how much she loves me and hugs all over ... go figure .........
Since were all sharing here... I'm the oldest in my family. When I was 9 years old, my family moved to a new neighborhood which also meant a new school. The neighborhood was a lot nicer than the one we moved from, but I hated it. I went from a large school where I had a lot of friends to a small school with kids who had already made their alliances and I was an outsider. So I hung out with the other rejects, and without going into too many details, it affected the course of my childhood and early adult life. Just recently, nearly 40 years after the family made that move (and Mom and Dad still live there) I had a discussion with my Dad about how much I hated that school and the neighborhood. He was shocked. He didn't have a clue.