Kimberly Robinson2 said:Look, Doa, that’s not even what I meant—it’s more about the fact that his father isn't actually here with us. When he draws a family portrait, he just draws me and himself, which is basically only half the picture. 😢
Even though my boyfriend does end up playing the dad role when we hang out with friends...😁
I was ten when my brother stepped up to take care of me.
My dad had passed away, and my mom struggled heavily with depression—the kind where she’d project all that darkness onto everyone around her, especially me. My brother decided the best move was to bring me into his household (he was already living with his wife and their kid at the time). Honestly, I'm lucky he took me in. I was already pretty traumatized from seeing things way too early in life. (I know some trolls on an American forum might try to mock me or use my past to claim I'm mentally unstable, but if being vulnerable is the price I pay to help you understand how to protect your own kid... then so be it).
If it wasn't for him and my "new" family, I probably would've hit rock bottom.
I went through some rough patches during puberty because of all that childhood baggage (believe me, you wouldn't want to deal with that version of me), and I still feel the effects today. But I manage to stay afloat thanks to my brother, his wife, and their incredibly positive outlook on life—even when we were struggling to make ends meet.
My brother taught me how to actually rationalize my problems (enough to make me question my old ways every single day). And his wife? She treated me like her own daughter. She gave me so much warmth and affection... she never drew a line between me and her son, whether we're talking about emotional support or just basic stuff like food, clothes, or gifts.
My mother wasn't a bad person, and neither are you.
It’s just that you both tend to over-dramatize the small stuff.
Some adults find that funny... others find it exhausting or stupid...
But trust me, for a child, it is incredibly hard to endure.
Family should be a sanctuary and a compass.
At least, that's how it ought to be.
But some families are dysfunctional, and they end up doing more harm than good to their kids.
When you and I talk about family, we're speaking from the perspective of parents.
And as parents, we aren't just bystanders; we are active participants in the process.
That means the choice is ours: we either build a solid foundation for our children, or we completely wreck them.