How not to adore your Parents
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"Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them." - Oscar Wilde
Some people says that some parents shouldn't be parents, and I would agree with that considering the types of parents are out there in the world: Helicopter, Narcissistic, Manipulative, Dependent, you name it; the list goes on. I don't know who needs to hear it, but here's my take on Parenthood: Parents with a history of child abuse or abuse in all sorts of ways, should've lost their parental rights, forbidden from reproducing and/or sever ties their way from reproduction. This event of short stories follows types of parents for people to be aware of and an attempt to make a lesson out of it (I haven't thought this through).
Disclaimer: I'm only writing this out to take the stress out and vent about series of events that either happened to me, witnessed that I could remember (I will disclaimer rather the event were based on a true story or make believe/inspired by a reddit story I found). You all can share your thoughts if you want, but I rather keep this story under control and the conversation respectful and understanding.
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