Originally Posted by
Kialua 
I grew up so poor and the house was bereft of any decoration, kindness or love of any kind. I took this as completely normal.
x2 actually Kialua. The rest of your post almost made me cry
Um, I'm in a strange juxtaposition here where I wish that mine were .
Maybe not quite fully blown alcoholics or addicts, but I have always wished that mine drink more often or were open to taking drugs.
Because the atmosphere in our house was so tense you could cut it with a knife. Any day without violence and trauma was a good day.
I genuinley wished that my parents were able to kick back a little as I was doing with my friends, or saw how other people parents did.
I never saw any negative to this. Apart from my own blackouts which were often but I couldn't remember them, only the consequences.
Today is going to be a rotten and horrible day for me here, I knew this from the split second I woke up. Ugh, man. Hope everyone is well.