C
Clovis
Guest
Ever since I remember childhood, I always favored my father. My mother would be screaming at him with the most demonic expression on her face, causing me to cry, and my father, not wishing to create a scene, left the house. Because of my father refusing to fight in front of me with my mother, I always loved him more. You here of many Catholics loving their mother, though I realize it is a stupid stereotype. I just always associated better with my father, no matter how nasty he was with me, my mother was nastier to him, and I never forgot that. This day and age, my mother always tells me he was judgmental, cold, mean, and that he didn’t love here. I should tell her still, that theirs no reason to scream in front of a child, while the other parent acts innocent. It leaves a warped impression in the mind.