How not to adore your Parents

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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Book Two in the Grace Series. This can most certainly be read as a standalone, but I would recommend reading Grace first (and Something New before or after). Either way, enjoy: I spent my entire life trying to earn my parents' love and it just never worked. I wanted that same love Aunty gives me, from my mother. The same discipline Pops instills into me, I wanted from my father. I wanted comfort and care, and at the very least, their attention. It's all I wanted. But I never got it. Something within me still had some sort of hope that things could possibly change. I thought things could be salvaged at some point. I never voiced this to anyone else, but a part of me held onto that. That was shattered with the news they delivered to me. It shook me that they've been divorced, but what did the most damage was that they never even bothered to tell me. It's like they forgot they even have a child together. The people I lived and breathed for...didn't even seem to recall that I existed. That broke me. "I can't do this anymore," I repeat. Pops stares at me in silence before standing and disappearing. My mouth turns down in a frown, not expecting that, but then he comes back. I grit my teeth as he holds an item in his hand. I saw this very same item five years ago as well. The Bible. "Just like then, I won't force you into anything, Austin. You've got a choice-you always have. I don't know what made you try to walk away from the faith, but I'm still going to extend it to you." ~ Redemption: the action of saving or being saved from sin, error, or evil.

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