briskbison55 said:She’s probably gonna be pretty salty about it—you know, once she realizes you went straight for the ass instead of playing nice, and then she just stops giving you those hugs altogether. Typical.
That’s a hundred percent what I’m talking about. Honestly, I’ll just hit her up and ask once she finally rolls out of bed.☕
ironcobra13 said:My late mom was... well, she was something else. Growing up, there was zero affection. No playing, no cuddling, nothing. She had this totally wild theory that as long as you fed a kid and kept them dressed, you’d done your job. To her, all that mushy stuff—the hugging, the playtime—was just a massive waste of energy. And since she was a schoolteacher, I guess she thought she knew everything about how kids "should" be raised. Then, out of nowhere, once she hit her later years, she finally realized she messed up. Suddenly, she’s all over me with hugs and trying to make up for lost time. It was such a total "WTF" moment for me. It felt so weird and unnatural. I still remember when my grandma would try to hug or kiss me, my mom would snap at her like she was being unhygienic or something. Just totally bizarre.😵.
I was a completely different parent to my son than how my mom was to me. Honestly, I made it my mission to do every single thing she failed to do. And of course, she’d always be on my case, snapping at me like, "Go do something productive instead of just sitting around being bored with that kid."
I mean, honestly, it feels like it’s just baked into my mom's DNA at this point. She was way more hardcore about all that stuff than I am—it's like one of those generational things, you know? Just passes down from parent to kid, knee to knee, over and over again.☕
Drew Ross2 said:Man, I can't even talk about it... my old man never gave me a hug in his life, you know? Never once. So now? Yeah, I'm out here giving hugs like there's no tomorrow. Just constant. It’s how I roll. 😍
My old man treats us like nothing more than a checklist of chores or some annoying natural disasters he’s gotta deal with, rather than actual human beings. Honestly, the only one he actually gives a damn about is my youngest sister. For the rest of us? We basically don't even exist in his eyes unless he needs a favor or something goes wrong. We’re just your typical, textbook dysfunctional American family.☕