The start of it all..

My childhood wasn’t terrible, it wasn’t all that great but it wasn’t completely terrible either. I was the only child for 10 years, long story short I always pretty much got what I wanted plus more. My mom was a hairdresser and my dad was an electrician from as far back as I can remember, my parents were hardly ever together. There is a possibility that they spent time together when I was really little but that’s not the point or what I’m writing about. I’m writing about the fact of growing up with parents that were hardly ever together, argued a lot and never made it a point to hide it…EVER. I’m not trying to get sympathy from anybody or make it seem like my parents were a disgrace, they’re not I love both of them with all my heart. However, it definitely has some negative effects on me as an adult. For example i love being alone, I’d much rather be alone than be around anybody other my daughter of course.  Arguing with people is a high for me. As bad as that sounds. I don’t get pleasure from it but it defiantly makes life more insteresting. Take that how you want. My parents argued & yelled at each other all the time which because of that I guess confrontation is not something I shy away from unless it’s THAT serious. Nobody’s  home is or was or is every going to be happy ALL the time but sometimes I wish my parents would of been more discrete about their fights and maybe I wouldn’t be so troubled now…

Holding on by a thread,   onestressedoutmama