tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641764.post115935863811768310..comments2023-11-03T09:23:03.895-04:00Comments on Hard To Want: I CanScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13323167263283798566noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641764.post-1159528489094413452006-09-29T07:14:00.000-04:002006-09-29T07:14:00.000-04:00Why didn't you call it 'Hard to Love'Why didn't you call it 'Hard to Love'Ultra Toast Mosha Godhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05450892955592722188noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641764.post-1159372504731980702006-09-27T11:55:00.000-04:002006-09-27T11:55:00.000-04:00Jaye - Thanks for the hugs. I needed a few.Kat - ...Jaye - Thanks for the hugs. I needed a few.<BR/><BR/>Kat - She did sometimes. She taught with an iron fist, but gave me some skills to take into the world. She always preferred her son and never let me be a kid. She had good moments, but she never laughed at anything I ever said. Mostly she was a heartless bitch.<BR/><BR/>Toni - I forgave her for all those things until she walked away from me at the wedding. Now the gloves are off. She did apologize to me some years ago for how she treated me, but I wasn't ready to talk about it and blew it off. I suppose what you are describing is not real abuse, but I can't even begin to imagine doing the same to my children.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13323167263283798566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641764.post-1159370379688001332006-09-27T11:19:00.000-04:002006-09-27T11:19:00.000-04:00She was weak Scott. She was also mean and a bitch...She was weak Scott. She was also mean and a bitch. <BR/><BR/>And after all that you still went to her wedding? <BR/><BR/>I'm guessing you don't need the love anymore? I'm hoping you don't need her love. Maybe you just want her to recognize her own failure, but it'll never happen. <BR/><BR/>There are days I shout at my kids and it kills me inside. I can not imagine not loving a child with every pore in my body and trying to keep them safe. <BR/><BR/>BTW I used to get spanked, even with a tin whistle ocassionally and it hurt. But it wasn't real abuse, I really don't think I was abused. But your childhood sounds brutal.Toni Andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08348843511453338339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641764.post-1159367758345072882006-09-27T10:35:00.000-04:002006-09-27T10:35:00.000-04:00*hugs*Good for you overcoming your childhood. I, ...*hugs*<BR/><BR/>Good for you overcoming your childhood. I, of course, being naturally curious (and nosy) wonder if Stepmother managed to show you that love regularly after that or was it just wordsS?Kathleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04399098868122212536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13641764.post-1159361702921559422006-09-27T08:55:00.000-04:002006-09-27T08:55:00.000-04:00Oh, Scott. You're killing me here. I'm sending you...Oh, Scott. You're killing me here. I'm sending you cyber hug since a real one isn't possible. Thank you for sharing your pain with us, but most of all good for you for rising above that.Jaye Wellshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09407478042834459126noreply@blogger.com