So I guess you could say that I have daddy issues. Yikes.
So, I hear a lot of debate over single parent vs two parent households and as someone who has kind of experienced both, I thought I'd talk about some stuff. Now the big debate is that a single parent home (usually single mom) isn't any worse than two parents. Now I'll have to disagree. It all just works out better when raising a small rambunctious human is split between two people instead of all on one person's shoulders along with normal life stuff. That doesn't discredit single parents. You guys are absolute troopers. But I think arguing they're generally the same is a bit dumb. A single parent can do a great job and two parents can do a crappy job. There's nuance to it just like any other debate. But generally it's better to have two. Sorry.
Those are my thoughts on that debate summed up, and now a little rant about my own experiences. So, I was an only child (born in China, one child policy, you guys know the drill). When my family moved, it was me, my mom, and my dad. But when I was in high school, I was coming into my own and my sexuality and got a girlfriend. Since my parents were pretty traditional, I kept it on the down low for quite a bit. But eventually my parents found out and confronted me about it. My mom was shocked but said that I should have told her and that it didn't change how she felt about me. She still loved me and accepted me just the same. As you can tell, my mom's great. My dad on the other hand was less okay with it. He was pissed to say the least and a few slurs and one face punch later he was staying in a hotel room for a few days. It was not fun, although my mom was my absolute hero throughout the whole thing. When he came back, things seemed to have calmed down and seemed somewhat normal. Me and the girl kept dating and my family just didn't talk about it. But one evening I overheard my parents getting into a screaming match over it. He was pissed that she was okay with it and she was pissed that he wasn't. They finally went to bed and it was fine. But after my mom had picked me up from school and run the errands and we went home, he was just gone. All his shit was gone and there wasn't a trace. It was unnerving to say the least walking through that house. To this day, I have no idea where he is and quite frankly I don't really care. My mom did a great job on her own and is still basically my best friend. And she spoils Chloe over the holidays. XD
So, that's my experience and thoughts on this. I'd say it definitely affected me, but I try to put it in the past behind me and not let it drag me down. And that's the advice I'd give to anyone who goes through something similar. Obviously take your time to cope and adjust, but don't let it control your life. The past is the past and unfortunately there are no replays. It is what it is.
And with that, I will shut up.
Until next time...
